Eliza wasn't often pleased to be awoken when she struggled to sleep and found herself even less pleased to be summoned before the people she was recently humiliated in front of. Appearing before the deck, there were three unfamiliar faces. A petite yet oddly confidently postured Kobold of typically nondescript gender. A thickly armored woman, either too tall to be a Dwarf or too gruff-of-speech to be Human, interrogating the crew about Eliza's tentacled colleague. And an athletic, scantily leather-bound Kor woman with a distinctly embarrassing demeanor. Eliza had no doubt that the latter was another of Koan's disguises. The others were new, but instead of being polite and introducing herself, Eliza proceeded to concentrate on the incantation. She was thoroughly done with the whole affair by now and simply wished to retire for the evening as soon as Jill dismissed her. 

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Iomedae wouldn't be happy with this, Hana knew it. The cleric already started reciting her reasoning and excuses for tomorrow's prayer. Mostly things about how she had to help them in return for saving her and Askia, and how they've found good in more unscrupulous characters than Beholders before. Debatably. But, what's the worst thing that could happen? If their quest took a turn for the worst and she became their unwitting tool, then Askia and her could just stop it. If Iomedae wants her to strangle evil at its root, then what better way to get there than helping its allies for a time? Hana knew that 'the end justifies the means' didn't always make her goddess happy, but she'd gotten away with it more than she didn't. 

As a result of this inner argument about the company she currently kept, Hana remained reticent during the recent exchanges. She was vigilant enough to spring to the Kobold's defense should the guard turn hostile, but the situation calmed soon enough. The Beholder captain seemed to have things handled, and rather diplomatically for one of his kind. She did wonder what a Beholder's purpose in cavorting with and even leading obvious pirates was. The other one wasn't so pragmatic, opting instead to amass an undersea horde comprised of sunken vessels and their treasures. The memory had her clench her fists, wrapped in bronze-gilded gauntlets that she had won during the same encounter. Whatever its motives were, the greeting was certainly much more cordial than the last.