So I simply speak into the pages, hm? Oh, then maybe I should've rehearsed something before I opened it.

[A smooth, sultry voice speaks, and while there's an audible edge of annoyance to it, at the same time it sounds as if the speaker doesn't seem to be truly taking the situation for all it's worth. There's a lack of confusion present, the only tip that she may be a new arrival her inexperience with the provided journal.]

I've been told by numerous people here that I require a boat to return home, but that it won't be enough to just sail it. This isn't like any place I've seen, so that would make sense, but that would be where the sense ends. [A thoughtful pause.] I can't say that I enjoy being abducted, even if there's some kind of underlying purpose. If they'd have just asked nicely, then I may have said yes.

[It should be plainly obvious that Judith is a woman who speaks bluntly and to the point, the task taking importance and not her name, where she is, or how she came to be there.]

But I still have things to do back home, so I'd like to fulfill this request as quickly as possible.

[optional action: Judith is currently perched atop a ledge overlooking the pier, eyes downcast as she scans the journal in her hands. She isn't expecting to see her friends and companions, nor is she expecting anyone to hold her hand. All attempts at contacting Ba'ul have squashed any hope she's had of that possibility.

She simply sits, silently contemplating her next move, her spear perched across her lap should anyone appear dangerous. No one has yet, but she isn't willing to take the chance.]