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The former pirate captain had blinked as the bard shoved the coins into his handful hands. 

[color=f7976a][i]'Well tha's nay common.'[/i][/color] He thought as he heard Sya speaking to him from a little bit away, her words however fell on his ears in a way the reckless rogue found difficult to make out. Her name was Sya. That much he gathered, but what in the world were she saying to him.

[color=f7976a][i]'Seluna's booty wha' in tha world is she sayin'?'[/i][/color] He blinked quickly. Couldn't people speak more like himself and be fully understood. It became clear to the experienced traveller that Sya, the serpentine owner of the landlocked ship that was the inn was a native landlubber, who spoke some variation of landlubberish.

But the former captain didn't get the chance to ask her about it, as the bard rose to his feet, so quickly that the pirate realized that the man was surely almost sober. A dangerous state of mind. A push. Or was it a shove. Claret didn't think of which it were, but he found himself against the nearby wall with the bard holding a hand against his chest. 

The ex-pirate and swindler of others property was a man of great balance, but he was not a very heavy man. His constant running from the law haf kept his body in shape up until he died. And then somehow undied. He wasn't really sure, but he felt the hunger again. He needed blood.

Aldrick had pressed him against the wall, it made the former pirate feel a sense of worry. The last time he had been pressed up against the wall by a non-guardsman was the time he had tried to steal the coinpurses of a gang of courtesans in Aurelia and they had taken their revenge.

Surely this bard was not interested in him in that manner. He was interested in booty, he didn't want to end up like it, buried or not.

The underhanded swashbuckler had instinctively raised all his hands in an attempt to calm the situation, he couldn't let rumors spread of him fighting a fellow celebrity. Especially a bard. This bard was after all write his songs and epics. He just didn't know it yet.

He had to play it off in the coolest way he knew.

[color=f7976a][b]"Whoa... "[/b][/color] He said in a laid back manner. No. That didn't quite sound right. [color=f7976a][b]"Whoa! Whoaaa!"[/b][/color]  That was better. He quickly brushed off and adjusted his coat as soon as Aldrick no longer touched him.

[color=f7976a][b]"Calm yarrself mate, ye seem a tad too sober, did ye wake up on tha' wrong side o' the bottle? Aye? An... me 'aven't been called lad fer at least some...uh...years... aye? Me be nah common reliever o' coin ye wound me shir'."[/b][/color] He said with a slight tone of being disappointed and offended. He was at least an uncommon thief. But a thief wasn't truly enough to describe him, a thief stole things of value. While he relieved people of anything he could snatch that could serve the here and now need. With a few exceptions of course.

[color=f7976a][b]"But me shall be fetchin' ye tha' drink. Ye be in need o' it more than meself ye bull e'eaded storyteller o' me epic!"[/b][/color] Claret adjusted the collar of his coat and then twirled on his boots, walking in direction of the bar, taking the long route so he could think.

That's when some guardsman came barging in through the main door, almost slamming the door in his face. Had he'd been completely sober it would had been nasty.  The bard had spoken to him in a very cold and somewhat hostile tone. Claret concluded that the man obvioudly had some trouble stemming back to his mother. Why else would a man go out of his way to sing about other men's greatness and not search for it himself. The former pirate captain laid his eyes on the guardsman and the parchment he was carrying, before one of it was shoved into his many hands.

Free stuff. Great!

Claret unwrapped the parchment and set his eyes at the letters that made things that half of his old crew had no way knowing how to write or read. Thankfully the four-armed scoundrel knew how to do both, even a pirate captain had free time to do things, and he felt obligated to leave personal letters for each woman he had met and remembered, that they shouldn't be worried, he would likely come by eventually like a wave hitting the beach.

The parchment however was no letter of admiration, it was a summons. He felt honored. The highnesses of Dawnhaven had already learnt of his arrival and was now inviting him of all people for a personal meeting. Probably with some others. Now this was the kind of welcome a captain of his standing was waiting for. Buying Aldrick a drink would have to wait. 

[color=f7976a][b]"Lasses and gentleladdies, 'fraid me must attend to a pressin' matter o' royal nature! Booty calls ye see! Someone buy the bard a drink or two! If ye dare take tha' bull by the 'orns. Aye! Rest ashured that meself will find a way back, so rest yer sweetycheeks all ye lasses, ye be seein' more o' me in jus' a lil while!"[/b][/color] The pirate jingled with his newly aqquired coins in his pirate coat pocket as he made an attempt to leave the inn by the doorway.

It was all such a timely thing. The goddesses were smiling on him. If only they would do more than just smile. The man grinned and his thoughts began to dwell on things not clean enough for neither speech nor thought.