Bard was about to move away, but a blade of a sword was swiftly swiped to stop him, just brushing against the skin of his neck. Bard stopped his walking as he felt the metal. "...or should I just kill you now?", Eomer slowly and coldly asked the sailor before Bard sighed in disappointment and annoyance. Really, this wasn't going to get him anywhere. He proceeded to move under the blade, but the sword kept its previous position at his neck. He couldn't help, but give a chuckle. "Your'e hired", he spoke, hoping to get out of this. Eomer made a chuckle of amusement. "Sorry. Old habits and all that", he said as the sword was about to dig any deeper into the flesh of Bard's neck.