The captain of the Bloated Weasel was surprised to see the mercenary so soon and so late. His business was done for the day, raking in a good hefty bag of coin he meant to spend on his ship or his little critter. Or even to get a decent and honest appraisal of the new sword he got that morning. 

But alas, his curiosity for how far the double blades (which he found out tinkering with it after closing shop) would get him in gold, or silver, or maybe even skystone would have to be set aside for now. The end of his burning cigar glowed in the dusk as he inhaled and considered the new arrangement. 

He didn’t care much for the change in destination; it didn’t affect his plans of any sort. He had a small enjoyment watching his customers shift as he took his time mulling over their requests.

“Alright.” He simply said after a long pause and the bright reptile crooned on his shoulder. “We can leave now.” 

Fast forward to dawn, the Bloated Weasel was far from Lan – cruising on a current that propelled them with sails in full swelling bloom. The air was crisp and nipped at fingertips and noses. The winged reptile stayed close to Vidal, snuggling the back of his neck under the heavy collar of his long coat. The captain himself stood at the wheel, hands almost tenderly holding two of the many spokes. The wheel itself was of an older design than one would have seen on other and newer ships. In fact, the entire ship looked like it came from a different world and perhaps it had. It was older than Vidal and was passed through generations of generations of a family of Altair origins before it ever was touched by his hands. 

The captain glanced down from his sails to the man who hired his services. He generally didn’t pry into another’s business. But a small spark of curiosity had him wondering what made the man change his mind to a farther destination. Was he aiding a wanted man? An eyebrow rose at the thought then a soft noise escaped him. It wouldn’t be the first time he got tangled in a mess like that. And it certainly wouldn’t be the last. 

“Are you a bounty or are you looking for a bounty?” Vidal called out to the mercenary. Fortunately for him, the wind didn’t sweep his words away but rather carried it across the deck of his ship.