Talogan watched as the prisoners were led back down to the brig by Hector and Oliver, with Derrick following them down to ensure the injured elf's ear didn't become infected at Tayang's request. Talogan was tempted to countermand Tayang's extra order. But he decided against it, knowing all too well that the elves would be worthless if they didn't survive the journey and that his neglecting to give the order himself and wanting to countermand the order when his first mate gave it for him were born of the hatred of elfkind that all hobgoblins possessed in some capacity. Talogan could control it most of the time, but it had a tendency to make him prioritize elven combatants in battle. Even if there were bigger threats or opportunities in play.

When his men returned with the chests, Talogan raised an eyebrow as he considered the choice of material used for the chest. Iron wasn't the best metal to make sea cheats out of. If you wanted something a little more secure than wood to hold your sea treasures, bronze was usually the way to go. Either way, Talogan nodded at his first mate's words. These chests could very well be trapped as a last line of defense against pirates and thieves. It was always a possibility, even with how laughably little the merchant vessel had in the way of defenses. When his first mate asked which chest they should try the key in, Talogan reached into his coin pouch, pulled out a single gold piece, sent it flying up into the air with a flick of his thumb, and caught it on its way back down. "I'll try the chest on the right." Talogan stated when the coin had come up tails. "Mr Hector, hand me the key." Once he had the key, Talogan walked over to the chest on the right, knelt down in front of it, and tried to unlock it with the key.