Ja looked at Kahl and laughed. "Of course you are my young friend! I would never take a man's choices away from them. A word of warning though, if you attempt to kill me, make sure your blade strikes true, or else Ja'Ranjo will show you how a blade should strike." He laughed heartily. "Only joking friend, only joking." Ja downed his third ale and stood up. "I must be going to see if anything is to be done on this island of nothing but ships to plunder. Would you like to come with Ja'Ranjo? I could show you around. Even where to find some entertainment." Ja stood up from the table. "I must go retrieve one more item from my room, I will be right back to collect you if you wish to come." He walked back to his room and shut the door. As he bolted it, Ja moved to the bed, opened a gash he had made in the side of the mattress, and pulled out two coinpurses he had taken off of a group of mercenaries that were too drunk to notice a khajiit was standing among them. As he covered the gash with the light blanket, he unbolted the door and closed it, then moved back to the table where Kahl still sat. He tossed Kahl the second coinpurse and put his on his belt. "Now, what are your plans?"