Emmaline picked at the chicken rather daintily. She knew the rudiments of fine dining having been required on occasion to woo various marks among the aristocracy. Even so she still didn't want to expose herself to the full scrutiny of a formal banquet. She drank somewhat more freely, though she didn't over indulge, being able to command the winds of magic and getting black out drunk didn't pair well as a general rule and even less so in this particular circumstance. For a moment she pondered attempting to kill the pirate captain with a spell. She could probably manage it even with her meagre skills, but it didn't solve the problem of exactly what she planned to do after killing him. There was no way for her to go and no way she could overcome the whole crew. Best to wait for an opportunity. Idly she picked up an apple and took a bite out of it chewing thoughtfully. "I'm afraid I don't have much in the way of skill or courage to impress you with Captain," she confessed, gesturing with the apple to emphasize the point. She leaned forward slightly, the action pressing her full breasts together against the silken dress and making it cling. The dress had been tailored for the duchess who didn't enjoy the same endowments Emmaline's northen blood had bestowed upon her. "My ... guardian," she said, stumbling slightly over the word to imply that Albrecht wasn't exactly kin to her, perhaps a nobleman to whom she was mistress, "will pay for me I hope." It wasn't much of a hope, while Albrecht would regret losing an apprentice who paid him guild dues, it wasn't like the disreputable old wizard had piles of gold laying around. "I ..." she injected a slight tremble into her voice before continuing in a rush, "I dont know how much he will pay, he has money but I'm... well you know, not really family." There was a deliberate quaver in her voice which betrayed the unfairness of her situation. She tried not to imagine being stripped naked and paraded before a group of pirates who were putting her up for auction to some Araybian potentate. She made a show of avoiding looking at the knife in his hand as she took another bite out of her apple.