Haldbroda has a suggestion for the kind adventurer who came bearing foreman Ahtbyrm’s message.

Haldbroda: Now, the way I see it, if you have time to be standing here questioning my character, then you most certainly have the time to get that arse of yours down to the Salt Strand and help us search for survivors of the wreck.
Haldbroda: Who knows? You may just run across this Fyrilsmyd everyone seems so eager to find. Here’s to hoping the Navigator hasn’t found him first.

Fyrilsmyd: Aye, I’m Fyrilsmyd. Ye say the foreman’s wonderin’ on me whereabouts? I thought he might be. But ye must know, I cannot show me face at the Drydocks until I’ve righted the terrible wrong I caused.
Fyrilsmyd: Two nights past, I made the trip from the Drydocks to Candlekeep Quay, just as the foreman asked. The seas were right rough, and the cap’n of the cargo ship was wary of bringin’ her too close to the cliffs, so I paid a few coins to a fisher to take me out to meet her.
Fyrilsmyd: By the time we was halfway ‘twixt shore and ship, the swells had risen to nigh on ten yalms, and ’twasn’t long afore the waves had hold of us. Try as we might to steady the boat, nature’s grip was too tight, and we was flung headlong into the Lominsan galley.
Fyrilsmyd: When I awoke, both ships were gone, and the cargo I was to collect lay strewn across the Salt Strand. I’s made every effort to salvage it, but the sands are crawlin’ with Qiqirn, and I ain’t a one with a sword. And now ye see why it is I cannot return to the Drydocks…

Fyrilsmyd: That night, I was tossed into the sea like some doll of rags, and it weren’t long afore the world ’round me faded to black as I slipped deeper into the abyss. But lo, the Navigator wouldn’t see me to the gates of the seven hells, and I woke to find meself washed ashore. And here I’s been, ever since, waitin’ for a chance to salvage me master’s cargo.
Fyrilsmyd: The missin’ parts! I-I don’t know how I can repay you!
Fyrilsmyd: I’ll deliver the supplies right away…but first I must stop by the Quay so that I might pay me respects to the widow of the brave fisher who gave his life fer a handful o’ coin.
Fyrilsmyd: Could ye tell Ahtbyrm that I’ll be back at the Drydocks by nightfall? Many thanks, adventurer! I will not forget this kindness!

Ahtbyrm: I am relieved to hear that both Fyrilsmyd and the supplies are unharmed, though it was foolish for him to believe that I would blame him for that which was obviously out of his hands.
Ahtbyrm: You see, there was no storm that day, and the seas here adjacent the Drydocks were as calm as a slumbering child. This leads me to believe that the trouble the ships encountered off Candlekeep Quay was of a less natural sort─the sort which the Sahagin have been known to conjure.

Lothaire, a guard at Galvanth’s Spire, wants you to visit the Hedgetree.

Lothaire: I have another task for you, adventurer. I need you to head to the Hedgetree to the southwest of here and speak with Hearer Leonnie.
Lothaire: After tending to the Hedgetree, the Hearer was scheduled to board a boat from the Mirror Planks… Well, the vessel’s departure time has come and gone, but there is still no sign of her.
Lothaire: Knowing how absorbed the Hearer becomes in her work, I am not unduly concerned. Armelle, however, was responsible for organizing Leonnie’s transportation and is likely wondering if her wayward passenger is ever going to arrive. Perhaps a gentle reminder is in order?

Leonnie: Yes, what troubles you, my de─? Ah. Yes. The boat. I had quite forgotten.
Leonnie: Hm? Oh, my task with the Hedgetree is well and finished, but the elementals murmur of a malevolent presence in the vicinity of the Tam-Tara Deepcroft.
Leonnie: I must abide a while longer, that I might better divine the source of the elementals’ distress. Please inform Armelle that I shall be late in arriving.

Armelle: You bear a message from Hearer Leonnie? An evil presence in the Deepcroft? That does sound grave, indeed.
Armelle: I shall organize a vessel for a later time, then. Perhaps a bell from now? Two? Better make it three, just to be safe. Thank you for your trouble.

Leofric would like you to deliver an item to Horizon.

Leofric: As you may have noticed, I’m in no shape to leave Lost Hope right now. So, in my stead, I’d like you to return to Horizon and give this dagger to Fufulupa.
Leofric: Although it’s just an old, ornamental dagger, it belongs with the Brass Blades of the Rose.
Leofric: Aye, I should’ve given it to the boy before I came here…

Fufulupa: Ah, Marion! I received word from Captain Leofric the other day. Thank you for delivering the letter for me!
Fufulupa: Wh-Why do you have that dagger!? Only a captain of the Brass Blades of the Rose is permitted to possess it!
Fufulupa: Captain Leofric says I am to have it? There must be some mistake!
Fufulupa: He couldn’t possibly mean to tell me that─ No, no, of course not. I am not worthy to wield it.
Fufulupa: Nevertheless, I shall respect the captain’s wishes and take the dagger into safekeeping until he comes to reclaim it.