"Huh? Yeah, whatever. Let's just get down to my flagship." Orub responded before giving Gallus a rather unenthusiastic handshake. Evidently, he was not a man with much respect for formalities. Apart from Fendros who started making his way back to the clan, Orub, along with his personal guards, led the group out of the inn and to the other side of the docks, where his ships were moored. They were not the largest of vessels, they were fair sized ships of the same class. One was noticeably more decorated with paint and designs, though interestingly, Orub took them aboard the more bland of the two. It would be a while before their supplies were loaded on board, which would give Fendros time to get back to the clan before they departed.

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"Ma'tanza knows; she is very kind, isn't she? And...beautiful." Ma'tanza said, practically giggling. She had plenty of experience with noticing all of the brief stares, glances, and slip ups that boys tended to give her, and Tzirret was no different. She walked up behind him and leaned her head over his shoulder to look at his face. 

"Don't worry about it. Ma'tanza knows you're trying." She said reassuringly.