Alfrik wasn't a fighter, but he wasn't a coward either. Once Inez had pushed him out of the way and proceeded to give chase to the would-be assassin, he gathered his wits and steeled himself, going over to grab his staff before bursting out into the hallway. He saw the tail end of Inez pursuing the man up the stairs, and so he followed, making it topside just in time to see the Captain shove and then pull his blade out of the man's back before kicking him into the timber. The lanterns had been lit, and there was still a bit of red from the sun in the distance across the sea. Inez had done her job admirably. He was lucky she was assigned to him, though he could have gone without the demonstration. Alfrik had luckily not pissed himself, so he supposed he was braver than he had initially thought. Approaching, the Captain gave him a nod, now sliding his clean blade into his scabbard. Alkrik knelt down and helped his bodyguard to her feet, though the stench of the corpse was overwhelming, and the bloodied body was a bit much for him. The man had also likely shat himself at the end, which just caused his wave of nasea to hit harder. "Excuse me," he said, hurrying to the side of the ship and throwing his head over, losing his lunch and much of the brandy he had supped over the side, tears in his eyes as his body pushed out whatever contents had made him feel sick, not knowing it was the sheer psychological shock of the violence. He had seen public hangings before, but suffocation and neck breaking was a bit more tame than a messy death from the bellyful of blood pooling onto the deck. "You alright, sir?" One of the crewmen asked. A scruffy, weasely fellow with a kind voice. He approached and patted Alfrik's back as he finished his unceremonious vomiting. Despite the lack of dignity in it, he regained his composure quickly, to his credit. The trasefarer brushed his hair out of his eyes and cleared his throat, blinking away the tears from his red eyes. The entire crew watched him like dogs watching their master walk by. That was better than being judgemental, at least. "I am, thank you." He said, pulling at his coat to straighten it as he approached the captain. Alfrik looked at the corpse again, feeling a bit less disgusted now. He hoped this mission didn't make him too comfortable with bodies, but something told him this wouldn't be the last corpse he would be near on this venture. "Captain, do you know this man? I recognize him." "Aye, he was one of my new crewmen." The fellow admitted, his voice like grating stone. Alfrik could imagine he would be frightening when angered. "Aulden, if memory serves. He joined a fortnight ago at Argethafen." "Did anyone else join with him?" Alfrik inquired, glancing at the other crew. "Aye, he and two other lads by the name of Jahn and Horden joined around the same time. They're over there," Ingvar said, motioning to his right with his bearded head. Alfrik did not have to guess who the men were, because he could see their faces going white when both men gazed at them. The two deckhands hands went up, one dropping the broom he had. They seemed good sized men with workman's calluses, one had a straw colored beard and the other had a lazy eye. "We didn't know him," one of the men said. "We just joined the same time, is all! Honest, sir." The captain called for the body to be taken away as Alfrik looked at the two men, watching them with a heavy glare as he considered what to do. The merchant stroked his fine chin. "I won't punish men who have done nothing amiss," Alfrik said at last, causing them to breathe a bit easier. "But if you would, captain, keep these men under watch for the current voyage, if that's at all possible." He spoke up next to speak to the two men. "If you're innocent, you'll have nothing to worry about." "I can't spare many men, particularly because I just killed one." The captain declared. "But the crew will be a bit more wary now. After all, if you're dead, we lose our contract." Alfrik looked at the captain with a comically raised brow, but the man didn't seem to notice as he barked for his men to get back to work.