Vespuzia declared, "Never have I met a man so true. I value your company as I value that of the good Osgarthe, of the faithful Becker. I hope we shall have cause to meet again in happier times."
"I return to you the same fond wishes. And you, Osgarthe. It is a good brother that will not allow his siblings to have truck with dishonor. Keep yourselves both safe and sound, and know you are loved by a man of the Martial Rite." He proffered a sheath of signed vouchers, good to draw from Oreset's brimming vaults, which the captain accepted with a leer and a dip of his floppy hat.
With that, the two sailors turned to follow their crew down the steep stairs. After several paces, the trader paused and turned back, however, to say, "If you are quickly returned from your mongering of war in the east, Epsilon Three, then come to this place, this brooding Verdune. I first sail to Bahia Sud to spend your gold, with the intention of returning soon to Oreset to claim the rest of my reward. By way of voyaging there, I will make a final call in this cursed valley. If you are here waiting, I should be happy to carry you home across the Desert Ocean."
Epsilon nodded gratefully, and smiled. "I will not forget."
"Good. Happy voyages, my friend. May all your winds blow fair and true, and may your skates never fall silent!" Then the trader was truly, finally gone without another glance backward.