New World IC, Group 1

[Bhaakon]

The Captain coolly appraises Jon, hands resting on his cutlass and dagger, "I don't care if yer an Andoran or the damned heir to Asmodeus, you'll not tell me how to run my ship. She mixed reason with her hot words, while ye be offerin' not but bluster and sanctimony. I've already released me claim to the brute, so ye can take it up with her or ye can walk to Anchor's End. I'll forget yer outburst on account of yer actions tonight and because of yer friend's words, but I'll not extend that courtesy agin."


Pointedly turning from the paladin, he speaks to Genevieve, "He's your to do what you wish, it's no matter to me if ye be wanted to throw good gold away. But it if that's yer preference, then throw another five gold chits my way and I'll see what I may translate."