Sarel felt a bit of residual embarrassment for Malakaus as he entered the room. He wondered if the Orc even remembered anything from the night before. Sarel remembered giving Malakaus some moonsugar, he chuckled, puffed from his pipe once more to stifle the laughter. 

Sharee then mentioned something about officers, she was going to make this group of rabble rousers authority figures on the boat. That’s fine, as far as Sarel was concerned, they stood out anyway. When Noelle entered Serge was quick on the draw, “Hello,” he said slyly. Sarel slapped the Breton on the arm to quiet him, Noelle responded to Sharee. 

“I’ll take it that these positions aren’t mandatory, you don’t need to take them.” Sarel said, directing it at the girl. He didn’t mean to be demeaning, but he could tell that that was how she would take it. “I’d like to hear what you had in mind, Sharee. I have some experience as an officer, Serge has tons more.”

“You are magnificent, what’s your name?” Serge leant against the table, directing his flirtations at Noelle. 

Sarel simply stared at Serge for a moment, bewildered. Then he puffed his pipe again, relenting. “If there ever were a fool…” Sarel mused.