<Pip>
Pip hops onto the ferry rail and squints at the fog curling off the water, one webbed hand pressed to the satchel of half-finished potions.
“Does anyone else hear singing? That's… not the wind, right? Grandmother's almanac had a whole page about this.”
Pip leans out over the water and listens hard for where the song is coming from.
🎲 Perception 14
(OOC: happy to wait for Kel's post before we dock!)