Prelude: Maglor's Predicament

In truth, I seem to have put myself (and by extension, all of you) into a bit of "hot water." Or, as my General so succinctly put it: "You really squashed the puppy on that one, Maglor."

What say, my lovelies? Shall we immediately set out to find the cause behind these missing ships? (And, so, as chance would have it, present a lovely gift to Vico when next we see him?)

The bard doth believe that this is our wisest course...

*nods, sagely

Nay, no marriage proposal will be forthcoming, let Vico's wrath fall where it may....

Rather, let us hie away quickly so that, when next Maglor must converse with Vico, he does not do so with empty-hands.

Or that, or Maglor shall away alone, but immediately will he leave Esirup.

"Gotta go," as they say in the cities back home.