Four Sourcerers were taken aboard the Merryweather, collared at the throat, and carried toward Fort Joy under Magister supervision. Of the four, only Sebille seemed able to grasp the situation with anything approaching continuity. Wall and MrBeast appeared clueless, as if their entire lives up to this point had been a cutscene and they had accidentally skipped it.
Carecet, meanwhile, seemed knowledgeable. He tried to explain what was happening to the two dwarves. He failed. This was not because Wall and MrBeast could not understand him. It was more specifically because the explanation was passing through Carecet first, and whatever arrived on the other side had suffered accordingly.
A Sourcerer, for the record, is one who can draw upon Source: a power older, stranger, and more dangerous than ordinary magic. In Rivellon, this has become less a gift than a charge entered against the soul. The Magisters take such people, collar them, and send them to Fort Joy, where containment is given the comforting name of cure. The chronicle records this explanation because three members of the party may need it repeated later.
I. The Four Persons Incorrectly Stored Together
MrBeast was present and quiet. Too quiet, perhaps, though quietness on a prison ship can be mistaken for wisdom, fear, strategy, or the absence of anything useful to say. The only matter he made clear was his role. He is support. He stated this with enough repetition that the chronicle has entered it here to prevent later disputes.
Carecet was also present and not quiet. Carecet is a pale yellow lizard whose relationship with volume suggests either confidence or a neurological objection to indoor voices. He is a barbarian. He announces attacks. He announces discoveries. He may announce thoughts before confirming they are thoughts. He claims to have walked the path to divinity before and to have returned each time with impaired memory. This is possible. It is also possible that his memory has done the best it can with the available equipment.
Wall stood, or sat, or occupied space in the manner of someone already preparing to be used as terrain. Another dwarf, but more immediately built to expectation: sword, shield, and an apparent willingness to let the world strike him first if it means the rest of the party has time to do something less terminal. The name is convenient. The doctrine is more convenient.
Sebille completed the number. Elf. Rogue. Escaped slave. Former assassin. She carried the particular stillness of someone whose past has not ended but has merely fallen behind by a few steps. If the others were problems, Sebille was a problem with names attached.