They were slow, yes. Such was an important part of who they were- or at the very least, of who Hagar and his own following were. "Charming" as their new compatriot here is, it is safe to say that he has his own plans for the Bastion, plans that the master of this troupe cannot quite go along with. In due time, they will have to find compromise. And if they cannot...

"...Why don't we move out ?"

A few, singular and simple words aimed towards the rest of his troup. The only thing that need still for their presence are their ship, and to keep it waiting would be counter-productive.

"I don't know for you, but the skull collection doesn't interest me. We do what we need, and no more. How would that sound ?"