The landless baron returned with a storm to her back, doing its best to tear the flame painted sails from their lines and the mast, but her skill by now outpaced that of the wind and rain, long enough that her small vessel made it to the enclosed harbor of Borrd in time enough for the storm to descend into a strong drizzle.
This did not aid her especially, as her companion was displeased with the rain in the first place and not particularly behooved to listen to her whatsoever.
With coaxing, however, in the form of strong words and threat of violence— she did, after all, still have her sword, bound though it was— eventually he followed her away from the harbor docks, and out of the town.
After all, she still had someone to find, to ask after the news of everything that had occurred during her long travels— much had changed, this she knew.
However, those very changes beguiled her and prevented her from finding her hopeful source.
Eventually she found herself outside of Vaekew, standing before marble steps. Between her appearance— salt still visible on her oiled cloak, her windblown hair half out of its braid, eyes shadowed, the sword ather side— and that of her companion, passerby kept a fair and healthy distance, until finally she lost her patience and grabbed at one of the staff members leaving from the hospital itself.
"I cannot find the baron Huinesoron," she said. "For him I have a gift, so I must leave it to his lady instead. Ensure the delivery. You do not wish this one to wander."
The staff member looked at her, and then her companion in disbelief before trying to protest. "But—"
"And be aware! He has a foul temper!" She paused a moment. "Not the baron," she added.
To her odious companion she said, "I am glad to be rid of you, you miserable thing. Mayhap Baron Huinesoron find some use for you!"
He tried to spit at her, which she dodged.
The wanderer-baron left the camel to the baffled hospital staff member. She had other things to deliver and news to learn, and to people who were less difficult to find.
