[b]"You all have your orders, now let's move!"[/b] Malakaus roared as he sallied the rest of the crew to work. Most of them would be off fetching needed materials for the ship, but he also had a few secure some locations in the port for him to use. Specifically, the local smelter, the shipyard office, and a Skooma Den. If there's one thing he likes about the Dominion, it's Elsweyr. Nice desert places, really gives the impression that only the strongest survived there. They had fine textiles and crafts, and some of the most crafty fighters around. And of course, skooma, but who doesn't like that? Malakaus could taste the sweet gems of moon sugar on his tongue. Though that might have just been leftovers from last night.

Sarel called the orc over. Apparently he wanted backup in the event that the admission's officer, a khajit dressed in Thalmor robes. That didn't do much points for Malakaus; while he doesn't affiliate himself with the Empire anymore, he doesn't have much love for the Thalmor. If anything, he'd strike them down where they stood, just so he could get them out of the way. But even though he was a pirate now and not really one to work within the law, he knew that Sharee wouldn't approve of him rampantly slaughtering the locals. Not unless they attacked first. [b]"Alright. Let's get this over with."[/b] Malakaus followed Sarel off the boat, but always had his hand resting on the hilt of his silver blade. He didn't take his shield with him, but that didn't make him any less tougher than before.