Lios sighed in slight relief after looking into Max’s eyes again. The execution he saw in Max’s not so distant future, from making eye contact at first, had changed the moment Captain had agreed to take him on. Even if she had a slight distaste for him, he was a part of her crew. Despite saying that she’d turn him over Lios knew she’d never do it. She’d always look out for members of her crew, not that many knew, aside from the more loyal members that picked up on it since she never broadcasted this notion.

Out of the corner of his eye Lios caught sight of crimson wings settling just beyond the crowd. He grew concerned over Ifrinn wandering the island on her own. It had been years since the Captain left The Order, he couldn’t shake the feeling that things had changed since then and they couldn’t rely on her knowledge of patrols forever.

“Captain, I’ll be back later,” Lios waved as he walked off. 

“What?! Wait!” Much to her dismay, it was too late he was already gone, weaving through the crowd so as to not bump into the humans that couldn’t see him. She too spotted Iffrin’s towering height just beyond the crowds and she understood. “Damn! I wanted him with me for finding others to try and recruit a few more.” 

She sighed and glanced over at Max, “Report to The Shrike. My First Mate, Buttercup, will be somewhere around there or the docks. Let her know you are a new member of the crew and don’t say anything about The Order or our time there to anyone on the ship just yet, they might get defensive. I need to hunt down more crew mates," She shrugged as she began to slink further into town, "so I’ll be at one or all of the taverns!” 

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“Ifrinn!” Lios finally caught up to her matching her quick pace. “I hope you don’t mind if I tag along. I’m worried to have any of us Fae solo right now. Captain says we’ll be fine but I can’t shake this contrary feeling.”