[center][h1][color=9e0b0f]Marciano Giordano[/color][/h1][/center]


[color=9e0b0f]Time:[/color] 1pm
[color=9e0b0f]Location: [/color] The Ship Docks
[color=9e0b0f]Interaction: [/color] [@Apex Sunburn] Wasun Sjan-Dehk
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Marciano inspected the merchandise checking for any signs of illness. He did not speak as he circled the line of men like a vulture, eying them up and down thoroughly. He had an experienced eye for this; anyone could tell off the bat. It was most interesting to him hat they had been brought up unshackled. Had this man expected him to parade them through town? Even if this crew was confident that the prisoners would be submissive, Marciano was not. They were pirates after all.

[color=9e0b0f]” Shackle them, Get them to the holding area.”[/color] Marciano had an air of authority unusual for someone of his standing. A few of Edin’s men broke off and climbed aboard, dragging shackles that they had been holding the entire time. Marciano knew better than to not come prepared.

 As the guards moved in to shackle the prisoners, Marciano stood back and watched with a cold detachment. Time and time again, he had been in such a position, gathering new toys for the playroom. It had been a long time since he had felt sympathy for them. It was not as if he had felt hatred toward them. All kinds of circumstances could force even the best of men to piracy. Moreover, he was not one to stand on a moral high ground. Marciano felt nothing for them, as if they were simply objects. 

The clanking of the metal restraints echoed as the entire line had finally been shackled together. Marciano looked towards Sajan-dekh. [color=9e0b0f]“I thank you for the gifts. I assure you they will be well taken care of.”[/color] He stated neutrally. Without another word, Marciano turned and walked away, snapping his fingers and signaling for everyone to follow. The guards exchanged a wary glance before one of them stepped behind the line of prisoners, while the others flanked them, prodding them forward. 

Sjan-dehk would be able to watch the group move north toward the warehouses. Meanwhile, Oswald and some of the other guards remained to take care of the matter of the ship.