Several knocks, bereft of gentleness, struck upon the door to the infirmary chamber housing the maneful Brannor. The verbal exchange of an unrecognized voice and the paladin's growls warranted some urgency from the pirate, as he had recently held watch outside the feral warrior's room in hopes he would stir, as the medics further tended to his wounds. 

[color=92278f]"Lad, is everything tranquil on your side? May I enter?"[/color]

Ascertaining when Kyra visited him last, possibly an hour or so ago, the druid pondered the eavesdropped tone, firm and slow, now inquiring of the identity of the tiger-man. It did not belong to any of the medics nor of Nightill, Longwater, or the Castellan. The old sailor lingered, awaiting for further words to be evoked or another snarl to beckon him inside.