Mokk accepted the hand. It was firm and strong for a human. His yellow eyes shifted at the crowd uneasily. Tension drowned the air while the large pirate and the great daeva stood in their midst. Though quiet compared to earlier there was still great murmuring in the courtyard. Mokk turned his attention to Garran, "Thank you. Though I wish I could say so I am not truly with your queen's group. I am new here."

The people seemed to be conversing within their mob. "We can discuss -," Mokk looked around mid-sentence at the crowd, "- in a more comfortable setting." The longer they waited around the more time the mob had to think about their actions and the less time they had to walk off if they decided they were not going to let the pirate lord intimidate them.

The crocodile started making distance between him and his would-be captors. He wanted the comfort of the nearby aqueduct, a small reservoir that would give him some means of quick escape should the people go back to their crusade. "I seem to be in the lack of current events. Tell me, do you know why they would be so bloodthirsty? If I had known at least one of them then it may have made more sense but I don't frequent seraphim settlements."