Rohaan watched after Uban (and more importantly, Yawar) for a bit longer before he grew tired of sitting still. He did not yet tire of glaring at Yawar, though he did contemplate sneaking up to the stern where Wheel and that lady were whispering to each other. Wheel was always tight lipped about his personal life, and Rohaan was always naturally curious. He liked to know more about people, though with Wheel in particular he learned some time ago that as long as he stayed out of his way, he wouldn't hurt him, so he got a bit of a pass. Still, he did want to know. But no. There was a tension there he wanted no part of, like some sense of self-preservation that made him realize bothering Wheel was an especially bad idea today, so he instead settled for shifting to a little black cat and padding over to hop on Hana's lap with a small meow. He did a little circle and then settled down with his legs tucked underneath his soft body. As a cat, his hearing sharpened and he was a bit more tuned into the movement of small things, so it wasn't until then that he noticed there were flies on the ship. Not that there weren't normally, but usually one or two up on deck and not quite so many as he was noticing. He sniffed the air, his tiny black nose twitching with each intake of breath, but there wasn't a rotting food smell, or something else foul. Maybe it was that dragon abomination. His tail twitched at the thought of what they must have done to that once majestic dragon to make it what it now was, because whatever it was, Rohaan did not think it was entirely natural. This bothered him deeply, as dragons were close to his heart, so he put his disgust into the stare he was still giving Yawar. -- Uban, who was sipping and enjoying the subtleties of mint tea, heard Yawar's answer and actually choked. He tried to reel it in the moment it happened, which resulted in a very surprised, very awkward cough and a small mouthful of tea spewed into his shirt sleeve. The look he gave Yawar was some mixture of apology, confusion, shock, and a little bit of horror. "Y-you mean like a...like a...baby? It can--she can--he? Uh..." He wasn't even sure he wanted the answer to his half-formed question, so he chewed the inside of his lip and just said, "Uh...wow." -- As Kaga-Met spoke, Berlin's gray eyes widened and he suddenly gasped in a whisper, "Barizian!" His expression went from pleasant and maybe a little embarrassed to suddenly urgent, but he kept his voice very low. "Look, I'm a reasonable man and I recognize that you're a different sort than them," he waved a vague hand towards where the slavers had gone, "But whatever you do, [I]do not[/I] mention that in earshot of the boy. That sort of thing can be explained easily enough to the rest of my crew but not to him. Just two years ago Barizian slavers sacked his village, killed his parents, and took him captive. He watched his childhood friends one by one become human sacrifices, knowing his time was coming. He escaped and I found him not long after. We recently came across a ruined fishing town that had been raided and he's out for blood. It's part of why we're here. Unless you feel up to battling a cyradan, I strongly suggest you keep that bit of information secret." Berlin looked over his shoulder as if to make sure the shifter was not lurking close by (even though he'd told him to mid his business), and let out the breath he didn't realize he held clenched in his stomach until that was confirmed. Friendly meetings at sea were a rare thing and he didn't want to see this one go up in flames. Literally. "I'm glad to hear you're also looking to deliver some justice to them, though. As pirates, we value freedom, of course, but slavery makes me especially angry. Partly because I've seen what damage it can do to someone," he said, sneaking a glance over at the black cat on Hana's lap, "but more importantly, in order for a man...like me to stay sane, he has to value the sanctity of free will. I do. Deeply. We were on our way to destroy every last one of them when we ran into you, and we'd be honored to have you fight at our side. But ah...what sort of weapon did you have in mind?" Berlin had a dab of curiosity, but he also wanted to know how best to organize himself and his crew and play to their strengths as a conjoined team, not two separate factions.