On his ship which was grounded close to Minor-Haven, Edgar 'Hume was dealing with a stubborn crewmate of his, one he had picked up a few weeks ago. The guy was pissing him off, to put it bluntly. He had broken Edgar's biggest rule, the biggest rule to ever exist in the skies of the pirates, and in the book for the 'Humes.
"You dumbass! You don't follow orders from anybody but me, and you especially don't order people yourself!" Edgar scolded, shorter than the man he was speaking to. But he didn't care, and simply wrinkled his nose as the man laughed. "This business is one where we do what we must, I don't believe doing things in a specific way is called for, little man."
The few crewmates bothering to observe this quickly backed up, knowing that this man that just called Edgar little was, to put in the most blunt way possible, completely screwed. Edgar's left hand slowly began emitting pink aura, although the larger man didn't notice. "What? Cat got your tongue? Are you scared of a big man like mysel-"
The man screamed as Edgar simply backhanded him off the deck of the ship, sending him falling downwards to the ground. The man screamed louder as the monsters that roamed in the pitch blackness below ate him alive. Edgar turned around and looked at his crew, his hand had now stopped glowing and he had a smug grin. "Bitch." He spat off the side of the ship, into the darkness. "Alright, our target's in that there tavern, but she doesn't have to know that. Let's go for a drink and see what the wench is up to. Prepare the torches unless you want those damned beasts to devour us."
After that, everyone (The crew of around ten counting Edgar and minus the dead shithead.) went to get prepared.
Elena simply had been sitting at her seat silently, ignoring everything around her with her eyes closed. She was focusing herself on the task ahead, and didn't think much of conversation with the people around her. Although she had no problem with speaking to them, they seemed to not speak to her, so it all evened out. She thought about the Dwarf, mostly. A strong man, certainly. For sure somebody she could use on the road. If there was something her strength couldn't strike down, he could probably, if not certainly, shatter it. The thought amused her, but only for awhile as she heard people coming in, and sighed deeply.
"Hmm, hmm...~" Edgar hummed to himself, walking up and stepping on, then over, a drunk and taking a seat at the bar, as his crew scattered about to their own devices. "Hey, get me a drink over here, eh?" He asked, and his order was soon given to him. He sipped from it smugly, just now noticing he was sitting next to a lizard in armor. He raised an eyebrow, curiously. "Enjoying the night?" He asked, having no idea that the drunk on the floor was her fault. He figured the horrible joke would probably get him somewhere in conversation, although looking to his left quickly he saw a woman with her eyes closed... Elena Highmoore. His target. He looked away and back at the lizard lady, not wanting his mark to notice him. He instead waited for a reply from the strange lizard. Boko silently stayed on Edgar's shoulder, seeming to be a rather calm little creature through anything.
~Base Rondo Style: Bitchslap Technique discovered.