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He removed his arm from the girl’s shoulders, and stepped aside to let her go, his ice-gray gaze fixed on her as she disappeared in the midst of the wooden shacks and stilted passages.
- “Go back to the ship.” - He would whisper to Harry. - “Keep your eyes peeled for any suspicious movement. Me and Irwin will go and investigate this tavern.” -
With that, he and the quartermaster split ways. He followed Lachlan, further into the town, and then inside the tavern. He’d sit down facing his comrade, his back turned to the rest of the patrons.
A conspicuous position, it would appear, as before he even had the chance to reply to Irwin, a handful of thuggish-looking men stumbled towards them. One of them would place his calloused hand on his shoulder, the metal glint of his sword showing beyond his muscled forearm.
- “Y’know wha’ I can’t un’stand?” - The man drawled, as he regurgitated a ball of blackened spit much in the same fashion as Ivan had in the piers moments before. - “H’w Kross sai’d away and th’n this b’nch o’kids r’turns at t’helm o’ his ship.” - His grip hardened, as he squeezed Ivan’s shoulder. - “Care to expl'n, pretty boy?” - He growled at Lachlan.
- “Go back to the ship.” - He would whisper to Harry. - “Keep your eyes peeled for any suspicious movement. Me and Irwin will go and investigate this tavern.” -
With that, he and the quartermaster split ways. He followed Lachlan, further into the town, and then inside the tavern. He’d sit down facing his comrade, his back turned to the rest of the patrons.
A conspicuous position, it would appear, as before he even had the chance to reply to Irwin, a handful of thuggish-looking men stumbled towards them. One of them would place his calloused hand on his shoulder, the metal glint of his sword showing beyond his muscled forearm.
- “Y’know wha’ I can’t un’stand?” - The man drawled, as he regurgitated a ball of blackened spit much in the same fashion as Ivan had in the piers moments before. - “H’w Kross sai’d away and th’n this b’nch o’kids r’turns at t’helm o’ his ship.” - His grip hardened, as he squeezed Ivan’s shoulder. - “Care to expl'n, pretty boy?” - He growled at Lachlan.
