The sailor chose to converse plainly before their interrogator, hoping to not lose any with cryptic words but to entice fanaticism.

[color=92278f]"By Tiamat’s sacred name, is there a zealot, in these trying times, who would be judged by faltering words, and not by their devout actions? We drowned the man with guile initially, befriending with peace before later engulfing him with the holy war sanctioned by our undying Queen. Between a bear, an orc, and a Hin, this so-called victor of Greenest was captured after losing his skirmishes, initially weakened by the claws of the great Cyanwrath. And later to the progeny of dragons."[/color]

His tongue quickly became clothed with Draconic. 

[color=92278f]"Is our act but a mere trifle? Heralding a defeated knight, who transgresses the Hoard, as a trophy, is this not a crown to adorn one of the many heads of our Dark Lady? It is the champion’s fate, I solemnly assure you, that I dread for lesser, undeserving harlots and heathens, who betray the glory of the Avaricious, when the reckoning of Her return consumes them with the purity of Her fire. I would rather die ten thousand deaths, than do anything out of servility towards the Empress of Dragonkind." 
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The pirate tickled his audience with the dénouement, but once more in Common.

[color=92278f]"We are all slaves to our Archdevil’s will. It is folly and cowardice to cherish hopes amiss from this evil counsel. The prize paraded before us, in this encampment, is little different than any of us, for we are all simply fodder to Her ever-glowing furnace.[/color]

He stood up, feebly.

[color=ed1c24]"Torag would march boldly and endlessly into and for the flames of our Mother."[/color]

[@Hekazu]