“No problem Ian…..just knock before coming in.” Gillian says, suddenly remembering yesterday’s discomfort. By Reon’s love he’d be happy when that was a far forgotten memory. Still, he’d work to do, so embarrassment could be stowed for a later date. He kept his gaze locked on the elder rogue, debating whether or not to detain him now.

“….Probably best not to talk about such stories for the moment.” He says, evenly. He’d have to talk to the captain about this later. The man just admitted to attempted high treason, and assassination no less, in front of the proposed victims daughter. There was not a statutes of limitations liberal enough in their legal system to help him…insanity plea might still be a pass though. 

“…And I think a less personal story might be in order.” He adds, debating whether or not to tell one from his own past or let the old man. The princess already seemed to have her lap (er, hands) full of with the hundi’s attempt at socializing. “How about a game hunting story? I’ve got some if you don’t. 've had my fair share of run ins with white stags and packs of black dogs in my time. Had to deal with a griffin at one point. Mean bastards them."