*Turning to N-Sunderland*
"Well I had a brief encounter with some bandits. The idiots boarded, the ship I was commanding was under equipped for ship to ship fighting, but it was my crew that did the tearing..."
*His hand folds into his forearm revealing a massive serrated blade*
"limb from limb one might say, heh."
*He moves his blade along side Zills neck, using it to point past him at his jacket*
"Payments in the right pocket, mate. Along with a trinket I thought you might enjoy."
My face has seen much worse than your blade, but nows not the time for scaring away the patrons I wager.
*Walks over to the jacket and reaches in, pulling out a hefty purse and a circular block wrapped in paper. The smell of cheese fills his mask.*
Some of your famed Asiago I smell. I may of judged yea too fast you bag of bolts.
*sigh* So it might be a while. Hold on let me get back there as well. Been around the stuff so often that I know a thing or too. But noone ask for any Hellfire, Yiski's recipe is so delicate might as well let Sunderland blow up this place then let me mix it. So who needs what?
Pour me some No.3 would yea?