"Should'a kept a leash on 'er." The Slayer remarked after the two had picked apart every face in the the crowd the four men had walked through. Markus had nearly gotten into three fist fights, and indeed he had to put a knife to a man's throat at one point. He saw more than a few blondes, a few shapely women, and a lot of bumbling idiots. But he was looking for the woman with all three. Looking for her within the bar was just as fruitless, and he felt an anger welling up from within his chest that brought strength to his limbs. Anyone who got in his way he would kill. Markus shot Sketti a black look at his remark. "Keep at it and I'll put a muzzle on you." he warned, cocking the flintlock pistol within his grasp in a single motion and turning to stalk down the connecting alley. The Dwarf shrugged and held his stump and hand up to ease the Captain before following, waddling after him with his stumpy legs. The Captain felt the men had gone back to the docks, but he wasn't entirely certain she had followed them. Perhaps they should go back anyway. Like a lost dog she might turn back up at his front doorstep. Sartosa was a large island, its very breadth filled with throngs of people. He even saw a few nonhumans stalking about. Strange elves congregated in small groups in higher class taverns as diminutive, cloaked figures he knew to be halflings waded through crowds, their small hands gripping muffins or other foodstuffs. He had heard there was even a Dwarf Karak on the island, but Sartosa and the Dawi were ever secret. He hadn't had the chance to hear of it on the island itself, and he truly wasn't curious enough to look just at the moment. "Let's just head back to the ship, Captain." Sketti grumbled with his signature, gravely timbre. The Dwarf scratched his mangy beard with his one good hand, clearly bored. They had only made it a few miles, but it was like finding a single woman in Altdorf. Without knowledge of their whereabouts, you could look for a decade and not find hide nor hair of anyone. "We can find ye a less troublesome woman, eh?" "That's a high bar." Markus remarked, the sarcasm thick in his voice. He knew the Dwarf was right. There were plenty of beautiful women and he hadn't known her that long. He could even find another sorceress if he looked hard enough. But something about Emmaline's entitled buffoonery was refreshing, and she [i]was[/i] an excellent lover. He had never struck a woman before, but when or if he found her, he might make a bloody exception. With a growl, he acquiesced. "Fine, let's get back to the Hammer. She might turn up tonight anyway. We won't leave for another day, after all." [@Penny]