She shook her head, then considered. "How about this, we have a border not far from here that opens into free waters. Those that would fight us from those directions are busy licking their wounds. We can get you a boat small enough you can sail it yourself. Accept our escort to the port, and our gift of the ship, and once you cast off from Tortallian soil and leave our waters, if you wish us to leave you be, we shall."

She chewed her lip, considering. "If that isn't good enough, I s'ppose I could ask the gods..." she toyed with something she wore under her shirt like a pendant. "I know they'd answer, I just don't know if they'd help, and sometimes the gods' attention isn't exactly pleasant, and their answers aren't always what we'd want them to be...."