[hider=Imperial song]
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VnwD8zsGl2Y

[/hider]

A few other bards joined in with different instruments, and together they played to the patrons entertainment.  The entire floor of the tavern was dancing to the music, though Dalious and probably Sybil didn't know the imperial dance, it was very easy to figure it out from watching everyone around them.  The woman and the men stayed on either side from each other, while they went back and forth to and fro, spinning around and about.  Once Dalious got the steps down, he looked up to Sybil to see how she was faring.

The poor girl had lost her mother just the other day, but it was nice to see her being able to have some fun.  He spun her around once again, then held on to her as he recognized a shadow from the window.  The dwarf and his men were just outside and making their way in.  

[color=steelblue] "He's here," [/color] Dalious whispered.  [color=steelblue] "Meet me at the docks, look for the ship with a painted sparrow alongside it.  Be there soon!" [/color]

Dalious spun her off to another dance partner and made his way off the dance floor.  When Grefolin and his men came in, they all dispersed around the people dancing.  Some went to the tables for some poker or dice, others went straight to the bar, but Grefolin went directly to the head whore of the tavern.  They spoke for a little while, while Dalious danced and moved, blending in with the crowd.  Soon after, Grefolin was given a room upstairs and he headed toward it.

Dalious went outside, immediately feeling a fresh gust of wind and a soft breeze with it.  He waited until it was clear, then climbed the tavern to the second floor, where he entered a room through the window.  The next room over was were Grefolin was, the dwarf already beginning to remove his armor and clothing before the whore had even entered the room.

When his back was turned, Dalious went in and walked directly behind him.  The dwarf was so busy oiling up his arms that he hadn't noticed the hangman's blade held up just above him.  The blade was placed to the dwarf's throat and he paused in movement.

[color=steelblue] "You are a traitor," [/color] Dalious spoke.

"Ah, I heard you escaped," Grefolin replied, knowing immediately that it was Dalious who had come back for him.  "I was happy for you, you know it was all just business, right?"

[color=steelblue] "Not pirate business, makes you a traitor.  Penalty for betrayal is death." [/color]

"You are a wanted man now Dal, you kill me, and..."

Dalious slit the dwarf's throat, as the large traitor fell to the floor grabbing at his open wound.  He slowly died in a pool of his own blood, left for the whore to find.

The dancing seemed to continue on even as he reached the Sparrow at the docks.  It appeared to be empty, so Dalious quickly cut all ties except for one.  He would give Sybil some time to get aboard, unless she were here already.  The pirate went down and checked the rooms of the vessel for Sybil, and though he did not find her, he found Grefolin's prisoners.  

There were about ten of them, most human, a few of them were cat folk known as the Muleki, from warmer islands in the far east of the sea.  Grefolin was selling them as slaves, as cat folk were very good at various skills.  They were humanoid in figure, though their skin was covered in fur of various colors and designs.  They had tails and their faces resembled cats, and they spoke a broken common tongue.  Most of them sounded very drunk when they spoke, as their voices were slow and slurred.

"Help us, whoever you are," one of the cat folk spoke upon seeing Dalious.  The cat was completely black in fur, with yellow eyes and pointed ears.

[color=steelblue] "Help me sail this ship, and you shall have your freedom," [/color] Dalious responded.

They all nodded.  

The alarm suddenly started going off in the town of Tortugal, as a great bell rang though the night.  It meant they found Grefolin's corpse, and were on the lookout for trouble.  It was time to leave and explore the open seas.  Dalious went back on deck and readied the last tie to be released, waiting for Sybil to appear.  He would hate to have to leave her, but at the same time was prepared to.