((Meh, gotta spend Vis to make Vis...or something like that.))
((How much vis are you paying Talia to wait around for you and miss the Tribunal?))
That was more of a joke really, any extra vis costs I'm charging to him, so I doubt he'd be up for it.
Have you not been paying attention? He's been looking for a reason to get into Talia's imaginary pants... 
And he'll be more up for it when he's able to put weight on both his arms.
[color=red]"I have the entire fee in Corpus on my ship, if you want it now," Aeliophanes says. [color=red]"Or we can trade it for Rego or Terram with the Mercere on Verdi, if you'd prefer."
"That would be fine, I can likely trade a pawn for Terram I think, and the remainder, my fee, I shall keep as needed. You don't have a pawn of Rego or Terram, just for the item I mean? We'll hurry back when I finish my business in Verdi and then create the item and send it via the Redcaps. I Believe they would charge ye..."
((So it sounds like they have a deal. Three pawns of vis for a bracer that moves itself and pulls Aeliophanes with it. If not done at Verdi, Aodhan will do it back at Insula Canaria, with Aeliophanes paying the shipping to get it to him. Sound right?))
Sounds exactly correct.
The Whoa Buoy makes it to Verdi without much incident. About a day out, Aeliophanes gets excited and starts to run toward the helm until he realizes that (a) he's still too banged up to do much of anything, and (b) it's not his ship.
What does everyone want to do once the ship docks?
Aodhan will gather the things they brought, especially the magic item and its mundane duplicate and head towards the steward or whoever is in charge of the Forge which is used in rituals like these. He'll check when he and his master can use it to finish the Mystery initiation.
The Whoa Buoy docks around early- to mid-morning without incident.
It's about an hour and a half hike from the dock to Verdi. When Aodhan and Tintavius arrive, they are greeted by Cabirius of Verdi, the clerk (for lack of a better word) of the Hephaestus's Forge, who informs them that they can use the Forge in about three days' time. But the ceremony/ritual only takes the day, so once that's done, they'll be able to leave.
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[strike]Leandra[/strike] Tearlach is wherever he is (either in the market in port, probably) when he hears two men (possibly magi, likely Verditius considering where they are, where you can't swing a dead automaton without hitting a Verditius) talking in Scots Gaelic.
One, a silver-haired, brown-skinned dwarf, is grousing at the taller one, wondering what time the dock-workers get up, and griping about "You never even tried with her, did you?" (whatever that means).
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Aeliophanes watches Talia, her crew, and the dock workers moor the Whoa Buoy and the Persea, looking like he feels totally helpless and hating himself for it.
Once the boats are secure, he goes up to Talia. [color=red]"Thank you for everything. Will you let me buy you lunch and a few drinks? It won't even come close to showing my appreciation, but..." He shrugs awkwardly.
(( Peregrine, I'd like to introduce Tearlach here instead, if that's OK with you. Leandra can be introduced at the Tribunal.))
((No problem. I'll fix it.))
Tearlach mac Meirrill saunters unhurriedly down the length of the dock, a kit-bag over one shoulder, broad-brimmed hat pulled down low over his eyes, looking over the berthed ships with a practiced eye. Just a simple sailor, looking to hire on. Yessir. Nothing untoward about him at all.
Most of the ships hold no interest for him at all: luggers and dhows. Local trade, hence not going where he wants to. A few cogs catch his attention and are just as quickly discarded as possible options. One flies the flag of the Genoese -- no, thank you -- and the other is slovenly and unkempt, yards not squared, lines in loose bights all over the deck. Then he sees the Whoa Buoy.
A clean, well-set-up ship, squared away all proper-like ... northern-built, probably... and best of all, there's the almost forgotten lilt of Scots Gaelic coming from it. Almost brings a tear to his eye, it does. That looks like the best prospect by far. He strides down the dock with a sailor's rolling walk, nodding politely to the two weird men -- stops at the foot of the gangplank -- and bellows in his best quarterdeck voice "Ahoy the ship!"
Aodhan will reserve the forge three days from now and then return to the ship to let Talia know when they might be able to leave. On the way back there's a decent chance he might run into someone...
Aodhan steps around the person who just called to those on board. "Beg pardon..." he says in his accented Latin before walking up the gangplank. He looks distracted, as if his mind is basically guiding his body on auto pilot.
Actually, Talia's crew is mostly Italian with a couple of Arabs, a Frenchman and maybe a spaniard.
If it's in Scots Gaelic, Paolo is nearby to translate. Paolo rolls (a total of 14) to see if he recognizes who this person, presumably a magus is. Tearlach likely heard Talia casting spells to furl the sails and perhaps even move the ship into final position.
(( Not a magus at all, and wouldn't know Latin if it walked up and bit him. But if he hears Italian he can holler up in that language too. ))
((Yeah, I'm out of it, and haven't put who's where...))
Then, this man would have notice the sails furling as if by themselves...
A voluptuous woman comes to the side and greets Tearlach in Italian. Tearlach can tell she's voluptuous quite easily, because she's naked. "What can we do for you?"
Tearlach stops and stares for a second -- as does the rest of the dock's population, no doubt. Damn. Nice set of catheads, there. Haven't I seen her somewhere before?
He regains the power of speech. "You wouldn't be in need of another hand, by chance? Ten years before the mast, can hand, reef or steer..."
(( translation: 10 years experience, know how to do all of a sailor's tasks. It's more like 25 years experience, but he's just trying to hire on as a sailor, so he's understating it. ))