[center][b] Das the Dangerously Intoxicated[/b][/center]
[center][i] Piracy’s a crime and crime doesn’t pay, and we all go home poor at the end of a day. But I’d rather live my life in rags, than be chained to a desk with a wife that’s a hag. We live each day like there is nothing to lose, but a man’s got needs and that need is booze... -Shanty [/i][/center]

	Das almost laughed at the question. However, as it sank in he wondered, did he? He couldn’t rightfully remember if he were to be honest. His eyes turned focused rather than gleeful as he pondered for a moment. He shook his head and with a wide smile he answered, “If her and I were a thing, she should be ashamed of herself, because I never knew.”

	With a vigorous and borderline gluttonous bite he ripped his teeth into the thick dried meat, doing his best to hide his rather casual eating habits from his company. He turned to face away, not out of any form of shame or embarrassment, but rather a sensual prick of compassion. With a gulp of the dry meats he watched a small figure fly away on a horse. He nodded in approval as he turned back to Vivian, “you don’t normally see such displays outside of Arnessia.” 

	His amber eyes flickered over Vivian for a moment and he narrowed his eyes in teasing suspicion, “you also don’t normally see pretty girls running through the desert. What’s the catch, the big deal, the golden apple, and more importantly, what am I missing out on?”