Z'phir turns to the two who took the oath at the same time as him.
[Throalic]So, we get shore leave right away. If only this job could always be this easy. Wanna see the sights with me? I'm sure we can find something interesting to do.

Z'phir starts heading off the ship and towards the dockmaster to get his pass.

"Sure, why not?"

Grabthar follows along behind the lizard, relieved to be getting away from the precipice for a while. Almost immediately he starts to feel a little better.

Grabthar shakes his head.

"I'm a stranger here. Also..." he empties two coins from a pouch into his palm and looks at them "...I have little to spend."

Putting the coins back, he continues:

"I'm Grabthar. Why don't we just take a look around for now and see what we find?"

I forgot to say that Atrii used his staff as the item in his oath. Oops.

Atrii follows along after the other two, introducing himself when the opportunity arises. "I've heard there is an old shrine to Erendis here, with fences depicting the seventeen plane geometric symmetries. That might be worth a look."

The four of you make your way to the North Dock harbour master who issues you with a bracelet each. The braclets look like wings and fold around your wrist, at which point he places a small stone in the and says "North Dock, Harbourmaster Grint" and taps the stone, "now you name your ship and yourself," he says tapping the stone again.

Once you do so the stone in each bracelet gives off a faint, barely perceptible, blue glow.

"Those'll see you down and back up the elemental elevators to Vrontok, get you the visitors tour of the barracks, or, if you rush, you can catch the ferry with the other sailors across to Vivane."

He points out the window where you see a small wooden passenger ship loading up with off duty sailors.

None of those things means anything to Grabthar so he'll wait for somebody else to decide and he'll follow along.

"Right right..." Gavrael pondered "Alright, mates, cap'n ordered us to stretch our legs and see the sights. I'll be takin' advantage of yer baths, sir, thence to Vrontok."

With his kit over his shoulder, he marched off for the tour of the barracks. The Scavian did have a point. While normally quite swarthy, he had a layer of soot and grime on him a week old.

"Usually people bathe after they get back from Vrontok, never heard of someone doing it before," Grint comments.