It was a strange but fruitful visit with the captain, which he felt he dressed appropriately for. It hadn't taken Amal to find a good outfit, and it was somewhat similiar to Emmaline's though with a different feel to it. Ever the bandit, Amal had not seen to wear any sort of bright colors now they were back in some form of civilization. His belt was now made of leather, and he donned a dark coat that sat atop a white linen shirt. His pants were slightly baggier than Emmaline's and more bland in color, though a crimson bandana was tied around his head to keep his thick, dark hair out of his eyes. The final item, a wide brimmed hunter's hat fit snugly atop his head. 

The Captain was an Imperial, known as Captain Walhem. His eyes and hair were nearly as bright as Emmaline's though there was flecks of grey from age and travel. He didn't judge Amal by his manner or accent, and after some conversation confessed that he was friends with Captain Diego by a flippant comment on a certain sailing story he had been delighted to tell the thied. Amal told him of the ship's fate and the Captain's passing, and though it brought a stormcloud over the man's features, he thanked Amal and told him as far as he was concerned he and his companion would be welcome on his ship free of charge. 

This had brought a skip in Amal's step, leaping onto the docks and striding passed the fish sellers and cargomen hauling frieght off newly docked ship. A few roads further into the city and he passed by the marketplace where a weaponsmith was selling his wares. Amal reached into the bag and looked at the pistol he had taken off of the Empire man back on the El Cargador. Perhaps purchasing some powder would be of some use as well. 

Minutes passed and he had a pawned infantry officer's saber at his belt, with 20 pistol balls and powder neatly tucked into a newly bought leather pouch that fit snug on his new belt. 

He found a mirror at the edge of the street and strutted up to it, looking himself up and down. He looked very much the same, but somehow far different as well. No longer was he the street rat of Al-Hiekk, but Amal the adventurer! Who did some thieving on the side, granted. It was then he spotted Emmaline, and made his way over to her, calling to her. 

He saw her give a flourish, and he watched and tried to do the same in response. He hadn't the flair she had, but he was a quick study and didn't embarrass himself. They smiled to one another, and Amal gave a wink. "By the way, we're getting a free trip on the Destrier." 

Emmaline blinked. "How did you manage that?" 

He placed his hand on the small of her back and shrugged. "I have my ways. So, do we have a room or are we to sleep on the grass again? If it's the latter, I think I will go steal a blanket. We're running out of that fool's money." 
[@Penny]