"Remember laddies, you know where to find me if I'm needed. Stay out of trouble, I would love to not hear from the city's law... On that note if I fall into trouble, I expect you all to pay the jailers and free me!" Gavin yelled to his crew and was rewarded with a roar of laughter. "Spend your riches, drink your whiskey, love a lady, visit your dear old captain, and live!" Gavin sauntered down the gangway, excited to be back in Arillia and free of responsibilities, even if it were only a short while. Pausing a moment, he turned to admire his beauty. The Rocinante was a twenty-six sail ship of Anirian design, both fast and strong. In truth she was a warship that Gavin had acquired and re-purposed for his own personal gain. Hey sails were all white, aside from the flying jib which was red and the jib which was black. The colors seemed to project an opposing image, especially when the Rocinante gave chase. His gaze shifted up and he smiled up at the flag the flew. A flaming horse against a white field. Comical to some, but it was their flag. The Roci herself was a beautiful ships, under normal circumstances though currently, she had seen better days. Rough sea and battle had worn her down and now she was in need of tender love and care. Upon arriving in the docks, Gavin saw to it that she would under go repairs almost immediately. Though he promised his men down time, being that they last job put them away for eight months, he had a sneaking suspicion they would be back at it soon enough. "Oy... I see you are back... A month late as it were." Came a voice for the dock below. With a sigh, Gavin new the moment he shared with his ship was over and he was back to business. Turning, he looked down to the weasel of a man who waited for him. Powering down the rest of gangway, Gavin pushed past the man. He had to constantly remind himself that even though the need to slam his fist into the mans pointed nose was overwhelming, he would not give in. "Barely onto the docks and I stepped in crap it seems. Warren, how can I help you." Gavin addressed the city official in a casual manner. He knew it would get to the man. "It's lord and you are late.... More importantly where is the shipment I was expecting?" Warren grumbled. Gavin slowed to a stop and rubbed at his unshaven face. "I am late true... Because your shipment nearly killed us... Are you aware of the attacks that plagued the Roci?" "...... I am aware.. Still I-" Warren managed to get out before Gavin caught him off. "That substance you asked us soooo casually to transport burns hotter then a normal flame and water does not douse it... Are you aware of what would happen if I put that on board my ship and it were to ignite? Should I give you a demonstration perhaps? Your shipment is coming by caravan... It will be here soon. Because of the delay, I will only charge you half of what was quoted... Now... He are my reports... Your suspicion was right, the price of grain in the west will be increasing soon... Also I've included suggested trade routes to be used for the up coming season.. Not much different then last year as the weather patterns are holding up... Please do not take them likely... They will save everyone money at the cost of travel time.. But I know you merchant types love your money..." Gavin pushed a leather bound book into Warren's chest. The government official was angry but did not follow up with anything as Gavin continued on his way. Gavin though wasn't finished and found himself spinning about only after a few steps. "Oy... And when you lot are serious about becoming a true kingdom with a real standing army, be sure to contact me about forming a proper navy. I do fancy the sound of Admiral Blackfyre." With that said, Gavin vanished into the thick crowd which swarmed the busy docks of Alliria. He enjoyed the diversity of it's people and the blend of different cultures. Marching with purpose, Gavin soon found himself flinging open the door of a small tavern by the docks and simply announcing his presence by yelling. "Whiskey!"