He laughed lightly. "I guess not. I don't get the impression you know much about the city besides your own world."
He got to the canals and walked along the wall, looking around for a moment. "I have a sailor who might be willing to help us get to Faebril," he said thoughtfully. "I bet that's where your necklace went."
He laughed slightly, shaking his head. "You're not going to like it, Fleur. If you didn't like the Night Market, you're really not going to like Faebril."
He squinted before turning his attention to the water. As they walked, he eventually pointed. "There." A figure in a cloak sat in a small boat, their face obscured and the area around them dark and shadowy.
“Follow my lead,” he told her quietly before approaching the boat. “Priya! How’s my favorite sailor?” The person in the boat looked up, saying nothing. “Attagirl,” he continued on brightly. “Listen... I need your help.” The figure cocked its head, listening quietly. “Me and Fiona here need a ride down stream.”
The figure turned to Fleur and tilted her head. When she spoke, her voice was gravely and hoarse, bone chilling and dry. "Name...?" Ferris spoke up again, squeezing Fleur's arm to keep her silent. "I told you already, Priya. It's Fiona." The figure looked at him for a moment before gesturing to the boat.
