Chester's primal eyes looked at the man who's rifle was smoking. "You.." He said under his breath, about to pounce as one of the men spoke up, freezing him in place. "Who's Momo?" Chester had to ask, before Reno intervened and asked Chester - the crowd was dispearsing. His question was intimate, and it had no easy answers, really. Chester nodded. "I haven't killed anyone yet. And I'm not interested in doing so. This Cerulean guy pissed me off, and I'm gonna kick his ass, and that's all there's to it. I'm a pirate - not someone who'll go around saving villages, even if it's a nice one." He explained - matter of fact.

"Besides, you and Lina are strong enough to handle these mooks if you wanted." 

He waved to Reno, as he headed inside - where the guy who had shot his bottle was quiver. "I-I'm sorry for attacking you!" He cried as Chester grabbed his collar. "You... You DESTROYED MY WINE" He shouted, tossing the man to the ground. "I'm coming back for you." He said, heading into the room where the old lady was sitting, smoking her pipe. He approached her, and two men - taller than him, in black robed stood, their hands on their swords.

Extending his hand. "Wanna put away your weapons and shake on it?" He asked, as the two shrugged and let him get through. The woman had noticed him, as he walked into her chambers. "Sup."