[h1][color=aqua]Captain Aldrich[/color][/h1]
The Captain holstered his pistol as Enrique moved off to follow the compass, taking up step behind him and pushing through the vegetation of the forest. Aldrich always hated the forest. Stick and thorns scratching at his head, vines always threatening to trip him over and animals always trying to interfere with his business. Or at least, they were when he had business to perform. It hadn't been an hour or so, and he was already missing the smell of salty air and the bite of the sea breeze. Luckily, he wouldn't be alone in this bleak land for too long. Not an hour in and he had already found a traveling companion.

A companion, who it seems knew all the right questions to ask. The question about the drowned man with the shell-head seemed a bit too [i]convenient[/i] to Aldrich. The whole landscape was putting him on edge, and questions like this didn't help. He gripped at the handle of his sword, feeling the wraps creak under the pressure, as he answered.

"I have, in fact." He glared at the man's back, eyes surveying him. "Bastard snuck up on me while I was watering the plants. Tried to touch my jewels, so I cut his grabber off in reply. Should still be back there, in the dirt." 

Aldrich gave a dark chuckle, as he scratched at the seat of his pants again. "Should've seen the bastard run. Would have put one in his back if I knew what in blazes it was..." He was quiet for a moment, before licking some of the salt off his teeth and spitting it into a bush. 

"Why do you ask... friend?"

[@Empour]