Glargh stood from the bar, shaking his head at the concept of fighting bounties. "Sm-sm-smugg-smuggle." He managed to choke out, barely able to speak. He placed his scarred fingers to his neck, feeling a slight bleeding start. He pushed himself up from the bar and supported himself against the wall of the building. Shuffling his feet, he slowly moved away from the crew, back towards the Soaring Sparrow. He reached the docking bay and gingerly entered the ship, happy to be away from the madness of the bar. He bought himself down on his bed, gripping his chest tightly. He could feel a horrific pain, as if his chest was on fire. He coughed, blood bought onto his pillow.