Sariel shivers and looks over her shoulder nervously. "I don't like it when Pharasma answers my questions so promptly."
The Elf carefully leafs through the journal again looking for any other legible entries, or perhaps a map. "We can add the Thrune Fang to the list of shipwrecks, although the mention of a lighthouse is curious. There must have been a shipping lane running south of the island, although I think it must have been abandoned. I don't remember seeing it marked on the map. We could look at Captain Kovack's charts again."
She hands the battered book over to Cord and sighs softly. "Nylithati's little cult promises immortality. One her captain describes as corrupt. Which means it's probably undeath. Which means we have to wipe them out."
The Elf stalks around the hut, resisting the temptation to kick one of the skulls. "And it still doesn't get us off this island."