“Ah. A fair point,” Kire replied when Ysaryn described the port city. She sat near the elf, picking up a twig and absently playing with the water with it. She listened quietly to Ysaryn’s answers, though she did snort when the elf was finding the right word for what to call their leaders. “Council is right. A council of all men? Dictators, definitely,” she interjected, smirking, though she wasn’t sure if her companion would understand the joke behind it. To the elf’s answer about where she got her supplies, Kire grinned. [i]Quite the ‘resourceful’ woman, this one.[/i] She would definitely fit in with her pirate friends.

Kire nodded, noting Ysaryn’s warning about her kin. An understandable hatred. She had to laugh, though, when the elf considered leaving her bodyguard behind. “He will not be happy at all about that.” Her question, however, made Kire frown. “Uh. Hmm.” She squinted at something in the distance, thinking it over. “Well we don’t want to kill each other just yet. Good place to start, I suppose?” She shrugged. “Right now, it’s in our best interest to cooperate with each other. For as long as our goals are aligned, I think we can tolerate each other. When you're Chieftess, you get used to putting on airs. Getting along without [i]getting along[/i]." She smirked at Ysaryn.