Whatever, whoever, Elissa believed would pursue her, Joseph was confident they’d have a fair struggle in doing so, in any case, they were equipped for combat should the need arise - but Joseph would really rather reach port in peace; get some nice lass to work out those kinks in his shoulders, and lose a couple of days in whatever inn, tavern or ale-house that hadn’t already barred him.. They had a fair amount of loot to flog, too.

“It’s fine” Joseph affirmed as he turned the robust wooden chair at the desk to face the bedside, he began unbuckling the thick leather straps across his chest and waist releasing the heavy weaponry, he placed them on the desk, he removed his hat and placed it there too, ruffling a hand through his curls.
He felt about the fabric at his waist, a confused frown creeped upon his face - the dagger? He looked up at Elissa, pouting slightly and narrowing his eyes as she posed her question, “everything” he scowled.