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before. It was a tan rectangle, with lots of windows, and light strips that were almost cream colored along the edges. The door was darker, but still in the brown range. To her, and probably Roget, it was clear what it was.
    The two Vagus men, Sam and Geggy, both acted like it was just expected. They'd grown used to seeing food units come out into the world, and to them it was just another magic from the Great Brother. Though this one was actually from Queen Tiera. A thing that had been given to Sara by her own hand. The girl had made it herself too, which made it very special.
    If it hadn't been for how she felt at the moment, Sara would have suspected that the other girl was trying to court her into a relationship. Not that a Queen had to work that hard to get attention. Really, if Tiera had only been a merchant she wouldn't have had to try very hard. Sara normally didn't have to, and Tiera was twice as good looking as she was. Probably more. It should have made her feel jealous.
    The thing there was that Tiera, all the women in her family, were so attractive that they almost didn't look real. Great beauties that didn't need makeup, or fancy clothing, to bring out what was already there. Unlike her. She was good enough, she guessed.
    Men seemed to like her, though that attention did go up a lot when she wasn't dressed in a sack with holes in it and covered in literal filth.
    Roget, being who he was, and a true believer, actually knelt. She wanted to roll her eyes and sigh, but sank down instead, and mimicked the words that he spoke at the right time. When in Tellerand, after all. Then, finally, she was able to get up and load her people on the ship.
    After the months of walking, and barely getting anywhere, it was a relief to settle into the soft leather seat of the magical vehicle. The whole thing had been set up as she left it, a single small room with seats in it. The front area had two seats next to each other, but none of the others sat near her. The Vagus men sat behind her, ready to cut anyone that tried to move too close to her, and Roget and the other two fellows from Tellerand sat behind them , looking around uneasily. Even though one of them was from the Moon, as in he actually lived there, and had been inside magical vessels before.
    "I have some things to get done. I guess the first thing is..." She nearly said that a shower would be the first thing, but relented, since it was clear that after taking so very long Sara needed to get in touch with people again. It had been hard to do for a while, since she was never alone.
    Really, the first person she needed to get in contact with was King Richard, but taking these men with her there would be a bit out of step with what they needed.
    "To get back to the ship. The sailing vessel. We need to make sure it isn't in the storm zone."
    It was actually just off the coast, almost where they'd left it. When she realized that, Sara felt a bit guilty. After all, they could have given the Day Leader from the first hamlet a ride back and saved him a month's walk on sore feet. That reminded her to use her healing amulet though.
    It hurt as the wounds and sores corrected themselves, and her stomach growled before it was done, her body using so much energy to do it that she was left feeling a little bit starved. She'd had worse pain in her life though, and this was just unpleasant, not burning pain that couldn't be escaped.
    Without waiting to be asked she got up and passed the small coin sized amulet with its green glowing silhouette of Tor on it back to Roget. Saint or not, he looked uneasy about using it. Now, free from scrutiny, she made a face at him. It was meant to be funny, but he didn't so much as glance at her face directly.
    "The All High wouldn't have provided Tor with the ability to make these if He didn't want you to use it. We had to suffer before, but now it's just..." She realized that she was speaking in Tellerand, which had become her habit over the last