24th of Amber’s Fall
Wayfarer’s Point, Plunderer’s Folly

In the week since the ship had docked, Tillik left it but the once - for the relatively short jaunt required to escort the elven Ambassador to his new posting (hive within a hive? No…a dwelling space…but it is so large...and this is not his hive). The warning of the strange human (Most Honorable Judge…what caste would that make him…) had left him concerned for the safety of the hunt-master’s floating hive and it’s occupants (hunt-mates? No…not all are blade-masters). And so he had remained ensconced in the high crow’s nest, where he could easily observe the comings and goings of those below, descending now and again to gather food and water from the ship’s stores before returning to his post. Much of what he saw was still confusing and alien to him, but as of yet, no threat that he could detect had materialized.

The return of the ambassador Vasae on the eighth day of his vigil was the most interesting event since their arrival; Tillik had hoped to continue their conversations, but the hunt-master had seemed so busy seeing to the needs of his floating hive that Tillik had not wished to disturb him with a personal request. Duty must come first, it was the Way. When the ambassador’s hail draws the Captain forth from his den, Tillik begins a careful descent through the rigging; his previous fast drop had earned him a tongue lashing from the ship’s first-mate - something about his toe claws leaving gouges in the deck.

By the time Tillik reached the deck, the hunt-master as well as the ambassador and his two (…hunt-mates?) fellow elves had gone into the Captain’s cabin. Not wanting to interrupt, Tillik takes up a position near the door to await the conclusion of their discussion.