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"And if everyone would just remain calm then this will all be done with very shortly and I promise with hand on heart..."
Rayth actually placed his hand on his heart. The hand that wasn't pointing a sabre at the crew lined up at the base of the mast.
"...that no harm will come to anyone else."
He was far too well spoken for a pirate. The ship, a rapid caravel that had based the diplomatic barge down with ease, looked far too well kept as well.
Only two had died so far. One from an arrow as the crew of the Paragon had unleashed a volley to make their point. The second was a young Knight defending the neutral emissaries who had been too stubborn to put down his sword. Too stubborn or his vows had been so strict that he couldn't even surrender.
Rayth found such a notion particularly quaint. The knight had died by Rayth's own hand. Technically he had died by drowning. Drowning and poor footwork. Armor was a particularly stupid thing to wear on a ship.
The tip of the sabre slowly turned about to point directly at Eislyn Gray .
"Gather your diplomatic envoy." There was a soft creak as the ropes were tied off, the two vessels bound together. Rayth pointed with his free hand towards the heavy plank that was slowly lowered across the open water. If she refused it was easy enough to see who was a sailor and who had been sent to mediate between the two cities on the verge of all out war.
A war that the crew of the Paragon had been paid to make sure continued.
Rayth actually placed his hand on his heart. The hand that wasn't pointing a sabre at the crew lined up at the base of the mast.
"...that no harm will come to anyone else."
He was far too well spoken for a pirate. The ship, a rapid caravel that had based the diplomatic barge down with ease, looked far too well kept as well.
Only two had died so far. One from an arrow as the crew of the Paragon had unleashed a volley to make their point. The second was a young Knight defending the neutral emissaries who had been too stubborn to put down his sword. Too stubborn or his vows had been so strict that he couldn't even surrender.
Rayth found such a notion particularly quaint. The knight had died by Rayth's own hand. Technically he had died by drowning. Drowning and poor footwork. Armor was a particularly stupid thing to wear on a ship.
The tip of the sabre slowly turned about to point directly at Eislyn Gray .
"Gather your diplomatic envoy." There was a soft creak as the ropes were tied off, the two vessels bound together. Rayth pointed with his free hand towards the heavy plank that was slowly lowered across the open water. If she refused it was easy enough to see who was a sailor and who had been sent to mediate between the two cities on the verge of all out war.
A war that the crew of the Paragon had been paid to make sure continued.