“Hmm such a gentlecolt,” Drachma purred. 

“Ahem,” Grimwing coughed into his hoof,” I believe lass I’ve a transaction to make.”

Drachma slowly turned to him, a dark glare leveled at him. With a snort she swiveled on her hoof. She gave Charter a flick on his nose with her tail and winked at him,” Don’t go anywhere honey I’ll be right back.” She sent a quick icy glare Grim’s way before trotting off grumbling. Girmwing had to admit the unicorn could handle himself with the mares but something important needed to be corrected. 

Once she was in the next room Grimwing turned on Charter quick as a viper and slammed him up against the wall. A rusty shiv popped out of a hidden compartment on his wing, the tip pressing against the unicorn’s throat. 

“Are ye tryin’ ta get us killed mate?” Grimwing hissed,” Even mentionin’ Captain’s kin in the streets will get ye on the sharp end of a trident and that’s fer th’ first offence. If these sea ponies found out ye were one of their acolytes they’d rip yer insides out an’ feed ta ye and us along wit ye.”