[center][h3][color=2e3192]Franky Lonnas – Basilmeron Castle Courtyard[/color][/h3][/center]

At first, Franky stood looking upon the mercenary with a straight, calm look. He took absolutely no exception to being ignored a little more nor to the archer's sharp response. He looked at a bush which from his view was placed in between both women before responding to her.
  
"Leave? I be obliged to stay. I be man born of Bravura, but beholden to no [i]land[/i]. Even meh crew have some brave, hearty men born of Panoply like yourself milady. All this talk of war and patriarchy and division by birth-land not be good atmosphere for the crew, yu'see. The sooner this ends and we can vanish back into the freedom of the ocean's voluptuous curvy waves the better. But some word of advice from a well-travelled sea dog,"  Franky blinked and his eyes shifted to view the archer directly. He leaned in to talk in a hush, he knew she seemed skittish and timid. "Be cautious who you reveal your nationality to. Wars always bring out the worst in prejudices. My men would not function as a complete crew if each was constantly in mistrust of the man to his left. Don't be thinking I'm openminded, mind you milady, I just happen not to care who, how or why I no longer need to work in this war," he whispered, not breaking his apathetic, cavalier tone, but simply hushing his words. He took in a deep breath and glanced around.

"I guess will be taking my leave after all," he added, return his voice to normal volume. Franky panned his view looking for the man in charge amidst the collecting group.