"Ah!" Says Mehdi, a bit louder than intended. "I knew you were wise enough." He then grows more serious, "Where would you like The Gazelle to take you?" You peer around Mehdi's hulking form and observe the man's ship. It is a Dhow, slender and easy to maneuver through open seas. The triangular sail is neatly rolled on the forearm and the Socorran banner is unfurled, a green background with a palm tree and a scimitar. Mehdi looks at you intently, "The Southwest Islands? Toscano? Gallica?" The man inquires.