EPONA + AMALTHEA
[You land in a boat in the midst of the sea. The boat itself is simple enough, with only two embellisments; a masthead in the shape of a pair of horse and goat’s heads, and a clunky-looking cannon sitting right in the middle. Fog surrounds you; you can barely see past the edge of the boat.
There are also a collection of rather sparkly Epona and Amalthea-coloured cannon balls at your feet.]
There are also a collection of rather sparkly Epona and Amalthea-coloured cannon balls at your feet.]

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Thus, I am open to input.
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[Hum.]
[I guess I did randomly suggest we move to 2.]
Five, then? And we go to two?
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from your left another shot fires, whistling down south-east.]