The man, whose bottle broke, slugs a punch to a man next to him. This, however, starts a fight throughout the whole hub. The festive music starts back up as the brawl ensues. "Time to go?", Bard called to Fandral, who was still on the ground. "Aye!", Fandral confirmed while scrambling to his feet, so they could smoothly walk out of the brawling hub. As he was, the sailor gave Loki a nod of thanks. In the middle of the hub, Eomer begins a swordfight with a few of the men, defeating a few. But, before it could go any further, the music stops as Eomer held the bottle of rum in his left hand and his sword in his right. "Come on, men, who wants some? Form an orderly line, I'll have you all one by one. Come on, who's first?", he taunted them, unaware that Loki was behind him.

Loki noticed a fight had ensued, of which he had not expected but at least this gave Fandral and Bard time to get away from the formal Captain of the Royal Guard. Nodding to Fandral of which seemed to thank him, Loki knew he couldn't just leave Eomer here and so when he escalated things further, Loki rolled his eyes at this petty fight and having grabbed a empty bottle, swung and wracked the drunken man hard enough to make him fall over and pass out. Looking to the men and woman around him, only shrugged as if it was nothing. "Had the sudden pleasure to do it myself!" He told them all.

The crowd cheered at Loki's call, and everyone held up their mugs in a toast. Later, some men threw the body of the ex-captain of the royal guard into the mud with some pigs, landing face-first. This pleased the crowd as they laughed while leaving him there. Unknown to them, the landing seemed to have awakened Eomer from his unconciousness, but he didn't move from the position he was in, knowing it was useless.

((After Loki does what he needs to do, you can move the scene to the loading dock))

Loki waited a few minutes before heading out of the pub, noticing Eomer laying on his stomach and seemed to be conscious. He walked over to grab a bucket of water and then walked next to the ex-Captain before rolling him over, looking at him with disbelief. "Eomer? What in all the nine-realms happen to you?" He asked setting the bucket next to him for the man may wash his face and whatever else of himself. He felt rather bad for the man before him, how this could have happened to such a goodhearted man. Or at least, once was.

"I've been through Helheim and back", Eomer answered as he managed to sit up until he was in front of the bucket. Throwing water in his face, he plunged his head in the bucket so he could get his whole head cleansed. For a few seconds, he finally lifted his head from the water, giving proof that his face was finally clean of mud and dirt. "What are you doing here?", he asked the Jotun, who waited patiently next to him, as he found an old rag nearby to wipe his face and hands on.

Loki leaned against the fencing of the Pig pin that Eomer had been thrown into. He watched the man get himself somewhat cleaned up, telling him more or less what he had been up to. He guess he could fill him in. Maybe have someone that could help them on their quest. "Well, finding new crew members to recruit, getting supplies and finding a way to drive the dark elves from Asgard and the other realms which has been Eric's mission. And I swear I am not lying to you my friend." Loki told him straight up. "Eric is alive and we're seeking help from the Bretheren Court as well as any allies we can get to help." Loki explained the rest.

"I knew that the king was smart enough to escape. He's no coward, I'll tell you", Eomer confirmed to Loki's explanation. He has heard of the Dark Elves trying to take over Asgard and how they wan to diminish sorcery for the safety of their kin, but Eomer was forced to arrest the pirates of the seas. That included Bard, most definitely. But, he didn't expect the Prince of the Moors to be one of the fugitives. "Eric had the right idea to flee though. Not to say I blame him", he added. "Where's your ship?", he looked around before looking back at the Jotun.

He listened to Eomer, knowing that he knew Eric well and wouldn't blame him for fleeing when he had a chance. Loki didn't either. Though hearing him ask about where his ship, at least, the Black Pearl. Loki looked where the docks were which wasn't far and pointed out the large black vessel. "Right there." Loki said before getting out of the pin in one swift vault over the fence. He waited for the man to follow. "You are welcome to come with Eomer. I am sure Eric would be more than pleased to see a familiar face such as yours." He said, slowly making his way toward the Black Pearl, leaving the former Captain to choose.

Upon arriving toward the docks following where the Pearl resided, Loki looked around as he made his way further. His first site was to see his Mother as if she had been waiting for him to return. He smiled as he saw her and noticed there was someone there he didn't recognize right next to her. Having gotten close enough, a small was on his lips, greeting her back, having given her a hug. "It is good to see you look better. And that you have made a friend."

Eomer listened to Loki through and through. The Prince of the Moors was indeed a good friend to him, as he was to Eric. Comrades, as well as a long-distance ally. The former captain of the royal guard was indeed loyal to the royal family, and he did remember serving Queen Silena and King Balder once. But hearing that both of them were deceased hardened him, and that he could nothing to help them. He thought of this as he watched Loki take his leave to the ship. He didn't hesitate, and followed.

Maleficent waited at the pier with Kili, who stood beside her. For her height to be a 5' 7", Kili would be at least 5' 1", just up to her stomach. Same with Loki, size difference didn't matter. Although, Loki would still be 5' 10". Seeing her son approach them, she couldn't help but return the smile to him. "I told you, all I needed was a walk", she answered him as they kept their embrace with her hands tracing the sides of his face. She let go when he noticed Kili. "Loki, this is Kili. Kili, this is my son, Loki", she introduced them to each other.

Loki was just worried then but was relieved when she looked better than he last saw her, seeing her with who seemed to be a friend once they leg go of each other. Loki looked over the Dwarf as he stood there. Kili doing the same thing to Loki. Kili however looked surprised, having heard tale of the Prince of the Moors. He bowed his head first when introduced. "It is an honor to meet you."
The Joutun was one to bow his head next. "The honor is mine Kili. You are joining us?" Kili nodded. "Yes. It has been sometime since I have seen the Realms." Loki didn't seem to doubt him but nodded as well, a smile that hadn't faded. He looked around as if he was looking for someone or something. "Mother? Have you seen Eric?" He asked curiously.

Maleficent was relieved to see her son interact with Kili in a way that she expected. She did indeed know that Loki was benevolent towards almost all races, and he has always wondered of their different cultures. Maleficent's knowledge of the Nine Realms was vast, full of what he wanted to know. She did teach him about the ways of the Asgardians, the Vanir, Dwarves, and the Light Elves. Ironically, she didn't teach him much on the Dwarvish or the Elvish language, unfortunately. Hearing Loki's question, she turned her undivided attention to her son. "I haven't. I thought he was with Killian the last time I saw him", the fae answered him in her soft tone. "Might want to check with him", Maleficent offered before she rubbed his arm in a comforting manner, just until she gave him a determined smile. She looked down at Kili and started to aboard the Black Pearl.

Nearby, Killian was strolling down the pier with his flailing arms again as Fandral was in front of him.

Nodding slowly to what Maleficent said about her knowledge of Eric, wasn't much please about it as how he was very skeptical of the man. But it was not his business to know about what they were doing unless Eric wanted to tell him. Seeing as how he later looked behind him to looked for the two men, only seeing Killian but not Eric. Instead Fandral was in his place. Turning his full attention to them. He waited till Killian came toward the Pearl only to be within talking range and not where god knows who to hear there. "Killian? I was Eric was with you, Do you know where he has gone?" He asked him, though had a feeling this wasn't good if they were last together but Eric not to be found.

Killian was just strolling down the pier until he heard the young voice of Loki. This made his stall in his footsteps, which almost made him topple forward. While Eomer was following behind Loki, the ex-captain suddenly vomited over the side of the railing of the pier. The alcohol was now taking its toll on him. Killian turned his upper body around to see the prince behind him. "Loki", he said aloud, surprised to see him there. Turning to Fandral, he handed the rum bottle to him. "Hide the rum", he told him as the blonde warrior took the bottle, and walked up the boarding plank. The pirate finally turned his attention back to the Jotun. "You know, son, these clothes do not flatter you at all. It should be one of those fancy tunics you wear, or nothing", he told him, hoping to change the subject. "I happen to have no tunic in my cabin", he added as he was about to walk away again.

Killian was just strolling down the pier until he heard the young voice of Loki. This made his stall in his footsteps, which almost made him topple forward. While Eomer was following behind Loki, the ex-captain suddenly vomited over the side of the railing of the pier. The alcohol was now taking its toll on him. Killian turned his upper body around to Loki rolled his eyes as Killian changed the subject, and was instantly annoyed now that just changed it about his fashion sense. Just because he was of nobility and lived in a forest didn't mean he had no fashion sense when his attire was of that near Asgardian since he was a boy. Yes, he trimmed his hair back to how it was if not a little longer but that meant nothing. Raising an eyebrow of Killian's babbling about how he looked, Loki had looked around before a sweep of faded green magic going from head to toe showed of his attire before they had set out on this voyage.

Black and green many tailed vest-like coat that made it to him being mobile and not likely to get caught by something easily, Gold that was faded so he wouldn't be so easily spotted or a sore thumb. Green on the inside of the coat, a faded gold shoulder plate finely decorated but seen its share of fighting. A strap of black with faded gold metal strip that fitted to the tunic so the shoulder bracer would stay in place. Seemed to have some straps attached to the tunic to make almost whole but looked like it overlapped a little at the bottom. Green color of fabric of the sleeve was on the upper arm before black overlapped it at the bottom half with a faded gold bracers of intricate designs as well. Black pants that seemed to hug his legs a little while tucked into his knee high boots that have been well taken care of and been through so much.


Loki looked at him with a look that seemed to make the man think twice of what he was to say to him about his looks. "Now you want to change the subject back and answer my question? Or are you going to continue this babble about what I wear? Besides. Flattery gets you nowhere with me and do not call me son. The name is Loki." He told him, glaring dangerously to the man trying to flirt with him as he had a twinge of sass to his voice. Only Eric had the right. Not anyone else.

Killian did have to be still for a moment as he widened his eyes at Loki's tone. He didn't seem phased at his tone since Killian himself was a little bit taller than him by an inch. Looking around, he bit his lower lip, before looking back at him. "Loki", he breathed out with a huff, and then a chuckle with a smirk. "Believe me, I am truly unhappy to have to tell you this, but...", he began to say. "Through an unfortunate and entirely unforeseeable series of circumstances that have nothing to do with me", he paused while looking at him. "Poor Eric has been press-ganged into Hades' crew", he finished the half-truth with a tone of innocence.

He could not believe what he just heard. Hearing though babbling of which some of it that he didn't seem to believe though seemed to be jaw dropped a little, utterly surprised of what happen to his beloved Eric. "What?" He finally managed to say. Though the name Hades seemed to be a bell ringer for him for he remembered the name being said from his mother when she told him about this Hades. "Hades? Who is Hades and how did this happen?" Emerald eyes searched for the truth as he was becoming worried out of his mind. The fact that he thought he lost Eric forever only to find him, make things between them better again, only lose him to this Hades and possibly never see him again.

Near them, Eomer vomits over the side again, before he spits. "Oh, please", he spoke as he leaned against the railing. "He's the captain of the Flying Dutchman", he told Loki while rolling his eyes at the pirate. Killian grimaced. "You look bloody awful. What are you doing here?", he asked him in a slight surprised tone. "Your flasking friend hired me. I can't help it if your standards are lax", he commented as a matter of fact. "You smell funny", Killian commented to him in a childish way.

Loki looked to Eomer as he told Loki about Hades. Loki did kind of feel bad for Eomer but he was the one who drank too much alcohol. This was one of the reasons he didn't like that kind of drink choice. Though seemed annoyed again that Killian was changing the subject again. He huffed a sigh as he was seeming to make fun of Eomer in a childish way. "You don't smell any better." He countered Killian as a matter-of-fact. "All I wish to do is find Eric and bring him back." Loki told Killian, coming back to the subject at hand.

Killian took a moment of self-thought as he looked down at the ground. "Are you certain?", he turned his gaze back up to Loki. "Is that what you really want most?", he asked him again.

Loki looked at Killian with even more disbelief. Why was he asking such questions? Did he not just hear what he said, not listen at all? Loki was mentally screaming at how Killian was such a idiot. Such a pain in his rear. Loki glared daggers to Killian as he turned on his heels in one swift motion as she walked away from this. He couldn't take it. Talking to this man about what he wanted to do.