She pointed to an opening into darkness and directed her glowstone onto a barnacle-encrusted ladder. Apparently only the hull had the special protective coating.
Jekka tapped his chest and pointed into the hold, letting her know he intended to lead, then brandished his own glowstone.
She almost objected, then decided he was at least communicating this time, and remembered he was both an experienced warrior and excited to be searching a ship made by his own people. She allowed him to swim in the lead, staying a few feet back from the swish of his whiplike tale.
Most of the hold’s contents had shifted to starboard. Her light played over brown and green weeds dusted by occasional splotches of red and blue. They obscured the hold’s contents in a soft, furry blanket.
Jekka floated above it all, shining his own light on something to the right, then pointed at a long segmented worm with pincers. Mirian’s father had always called them rot worms, though to Mirian they looked more like oversized centipedes. Their bite was deadly poisonous and they tended to be aggressive when disturbed, so she moved quickly.
The arm-length creature shifted away at Jekka’s spear thrust, rearing up and stirring the water with its legs. Mirian cut it in half with her cutlass. It floated apart, wriggling in its death throes.
Jekka brushed it out of the way and shined her light on the patch of growth where the rot worm had been hidden. It didn’t seem to have any nest mates.
She floated on with Jekka, imagining the hold moving with robed lizardfolk, perhaps lashing down that stack of crates over there, or walking on through the narrow archway into the next chamber.
Jekka stopped beside three large chests resting against the hull, each rotten with age. As Mirian played her light over the area, tiny crustaceans swam frantically for darkness. Little silver fish flashed away in alarm.
Mirian signaled Jekka to keep watch and he turned from her to survey their surroundings.
She had never seen a lizardfolk chest before, but this one proved little different from those built by humans, save that the lock mechanism was inset along the top right. That in itself was of interest. She made a mental note to record the information in her Pathfinder journal.
Normally, she would have simply smashed open a chest this old and rotten, but it was such an odd, rare find she wanted to handle it with care.
The bronze lock was green with corrosion and looked as though it had been designed to accommodate a cylindrical mechanism rather than a key. It couldn’t possibly be picked, but there were other ways. She removed a small pry bar from her pack and set to work on the hinges.
The tool’s teeth sank easily into the rotten wood, and in moments both hinges were floating free. After that, the lid came up easily. Mirian drifted back as she lifted it. There was no telling what might come crawling out.
Nothing did.
She again swam closer, her light settling on a rotted wooden frame inside the chest that kept a dozen blue cylindrical bottles upright and separate. Five were broken along their necks, but the others, though empty, looked intact—more tube than jar, with a peculiar fluted opening at the top.
Mirian played the light over the inside, then carefully lifted one of the vessels free and drew it closer it for examination.
Jekka drifted beside her. His long, forked tongue flickered with excitement.
She looked at him questioningly.
“Drinking glass! My people!” His head cocked in interest.
Mirian handed it to him to examine, then signed for him to put it in his pack. They could spend months clearing this wreck. It was probably time to fetch Rendak and Gombe.
Desna had truly blessed them. The wreck was a fantastic find. There was no telling what sort of oddities might be left aboard, let alone their value and historical significance. As a salvager, her livelihood depended upon scavenging sites like this. But as a Pathfinder, she was dedicated to uncovering the secrets of Golarion’s past to preserve and disseminate knowledge. If the magical wind mechanism built into this ship could be understood and replicated, it might very well change the future of sea travel.
Jekka pointed to the chest next to the one they’d opened. He clearly wanted to see what was inside.
She decided to humor him and signaled for him to guard once more.
The hinges on the second chest were even more worn, and yielded with no resistance.
Within stood twelve rows of sculpted lizardfolk heads fashioned from a thin metal alloy and inlaid with jewels. Each eye socket was set with amber stones, the figures themselves rich with the minute symbols of Jekka’s people.
The sight so thrilled her blood brother that his frill rose, and Mirian had to remind him to keep watch, though she did acquiesce to setting all two dozen of the sculptures within her pack.
The haversacks they wore had been gifts from Ivrian’s mother, and were ensorcelled to contain more space on the inside than was apparent without. All of the sculptures fit easily without altering the haversack’s weight in the slightest, another wonderful feature.
Jekka signed to indicate they should open the third chest, but she shook her head and pointed to the surface. Then she looked back to the chests and smiled, trying to reassure him they’d come back for all of it.
Mirian led the way out. Jekka trailed some length after, seemingly reluctant to leave.
Sooner than expected she found the anchor line and, looming above, the dark bowline of the Daughter of the Mist.
Her hands closed on the familiar rungs of the ladder built into the vessel’s side. She felt the magical gills fade the moment she thrust her head above the water and breathed deeply of the crisp salty air.
All was silhouettes and shadows against the lesser darkness of the sky, but she thought she made out Gombe’s lean outline near the ladder. She grinned at him as she stepped forward, slinging her bag off her shoulder.
“You won’t believe what we’ve found,” she told him.
A man with a sword stepped around Gombe, the point of the weapon at his throat. “I’m all ears.”
THE PATHFINDER TALES LIBRARY
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Contents
Title Page
Copyright Notice
Dedication
Inner Sea Region
Mendev and the Worldwound
1. The Rescue
2. The Artifact
3. The Witch
4. The Client
5. A Pact Made
6. Whirlwind Journey
7. The Wolf
8. Kenabres
9. Harricka Morn
10. The Trail Beneath
11. Witch in the Worldwound
12. Fugitive
13. Savage Salvation
14. Hunted
15. Plans Gone Awry
16. Hunted and Herded
17. Death in the Dark
18. The Wolves
19. Spawn
20. What Lies Beneath
22. In Uhl-Adanar
23. Search for the Tomb
24. The Guardians
25. Toy
26. Witch’s Triumph
27. The Reaper
28. Fear and the Reaper
29. Demons
30. Escape
Acknowledgments
Glossary
Excerpt from Pathfinder Tales: Through the Gate in the Sea
The Pathfinder Tales Library
About the Author
Copyright
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
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