Ishmael ignored the other comments. The biggest fool in the room actually thought she had a choice in the matter. Then her last choice of words. She could not have chosen any more foolishly. He got up in her face this time. His calm demeanor had left his face and now he had a bit of anger building up. "You listen to me,... In what little world do you think a knight of the holy order has to answer to a low life pirate like you?.. Furthermore you have no choice in the matter at all. It is either here or the dungeons with you? Do you understand me? I don't mean some jail cell down in the guard quarters... I mean the dungeons underneath the fortress.. the kind you never leave from unless someone like me says you can." He then leaned back into place standing tall. His face not at all changing. 
"Next time you talk to me in such a manner ,dont be surprised when I shut your mouth." He then decided perhaps this person was incapable of doing so. He just aimed his hand at her and snapped his fingers. Saying a simple word of... "Silence" This cast a spell of silence on her. No matter how hard she would try. She would not hear her words nor would anyone else. "I would ask you to apologize to the man for spilling his ink, but that would be beyond you at this point." He looked to the man. "I apologize on her behalf, if it makes a difference there is a spot available in the quest. You can join and her reward that she would have gotten if she wasn't so rude, will no be yours" He said and looked to make sure none of the ink stained the man's cloths. He then moved to return to his seat. IF the man agreed to his terms or not was up to him.

   "Apologies miss Ramara was it?" He asked. "The specific mission is simple. Lady Lyanthsir had been taken from her home and she is to be saved from the bandits of the Black Moon clan.... She is to be brought back unharmed and safe. The bandits...." He said as he looked to the prisoner. "Will be given no mercy, no quarter. They will be dealt with swiftly and with your skill I have no doubt that my words will ring true. Your deadly accuracy with a knife blade will see to it that these fools wont stand a chance." He then looked to the squire who was a bit shocked in the face..

   "What's wrong with you?... if your going to freeze like this when the lady throws a dagger. How are you expected to even travel with me when....you know what never mind." Ishmael said. He placed a hand to his forehead and proceeded to massage it. Of all the squires I had to receive I got the one with no courage. Corellan... your laughing right now aren't you?....

   ...... meanwhile back on the road. The bandit's proceeded to head for what could be seen as a abandoned fortress scarred by war. It was built into the side of a rock face with parts of it replaced with logs and boards. The could see it in the distance. They were almost home.... so close where they now. The amount of coinage the royal family would pay for their sweet princesses return sounded rather enjoyable....but one of them would never arrive at the fortress. The one in the back of the wagon was not doing his job and paid for it. Nova the witch hunter got loose and instantly summoned one of her blades and ran it through the mans gut and twisted it. The flame blade burning a hole in the center as she pulled it out. The bandit's blood sprayed onto her. She then kicked him off the wagon and he came crashing down. The bandits on horse back drew out crossbows and aimed at her. She sighed and dismissed the blade sitting back down... "Sorry... the man kept staring at my ass."