The ships hired to transport them to the great Mwangi Expanse, Red Willow and Maiden's Dance, are huge galleys, trade ships designed for hauling tons of cargo, and the living spaces in the holds have been cramped and loud, privacy a luxury of the past. There was sickness as well, a fever along with odd red welts that swept through the settlers of both ships. Pirates demanding tax, storms trying their hardest to sink their meager fleet, it seemed the land, the sky, the sea, even the heavens themselves were pitted against the group. But the journey is coming to it's end without a single death, or even a lasting injury. The coastline of the Expanse has been in view for two full days now, dense jungle, vast grasslands covered in herds of odd horse-like and deer-like creatures, with the occasional small village of thatch huts or wooden halls.
The Council of Lantern, the four individuals elected to lead this exodus, have a large cabin to themselves on the Red Willow. Formerly a cabin designed for statesmen and traveling royalty, the room is large enough to sleep a dozen with a well stocked liquor cabinet and a large table with eight chairs where the Council has it's meals. The captain knocks politely and enters the room. He's a great keg of a man, with thin bandy legs and a bristling brickred beard shot through with grey. He's human, but could pass for a tall dwarf after a few mugs of the sweet rum that is so popular among the sailors of the two ships. 'Gentlemen, we're on the final approach. We should make Warehouse Row within an hour. We'll stay in port for two days, taking on cargo, after that we head back north. With any luck we'll have a hold full of lion pelts and chunks of turquoise' He guffaws, slapping the side of his amble belly 'I was glad to help, don't get me wrong, damn fine plan you folks have here but gen stones are more profitable and don't stink up my holds! Har!' He laughs again, no malice in his voice at all