You see two of Sholem's daughters leading a bemused Aequi down to the docks. He is munching on a breakfast quiche and starts brushing the crust crumbs from his vest and exposed belly. He has a ditty bag slung over his shoulder, a blocky wooden object strapped to his left wrist, and a slightly metallic circular disc hangs from his belt.
The two girls skips up to Stefan and giggle a bit. The older daughter greets Stefan and starts, "He wandered by the barn and stables-"
"Twice!" the younger one exclaims.
The older sister shushes her charge a bit but nods, "And when we saw him pass by the kitchen when we were dropping off the morning milk Marike recruited us to take him where he was trying to go." She shrugs a bit, "He said the docks. I have no idea why he was by the stables, although that wretched goat tried to bite me again. He's yours now, we have to go back to our chores." They slightly curtsey to Stefan again and then turn to return up the path.
Aequi waves at the gathered magi. "Hail and good morning! 'Tis a good day to sail!" Looking at Rhodri and Sinmore, his face falls into one of concern. "Wouldn't it be safer to stow the heavy until landing? Maga Jasmine always says it's good to be prepared, yes it is, but even the smoothest ride is haunted by drowned countrymen. She even makes me take off my gauntlets." He pats his bag and there's a very slight muffled clang. "Me mercantile weights are in there too, just in case."