"[color=fdc68a]I'm not sure, actually. Maybe answers.[/color]" He leans forward and begins a frantic tirade of whispers. "[i][color=fdc68a]It'd be presumptious of me to think I'm your target or even in the warpath of danger, so I'm wondering who. Is it Lady DeVespe? Is it that other noble with the golden luggage? This ship's a trap, isn't it? All of you here are strapped with weapons. You've been eyeing the docks all morning before this ship departed. I am deathly curious. It's the noble male, isn't it? Who hired you all? Tell me. I promise I won't interfere.[/color][/i]" His right hand reaches out to grab her left. His dead ivory eyes hiding behind eyeglasses, fixed at this person's eyes.