Caspian closed his eyes and looked at the know destroyed ceiling of the Tavern. Thinking about his lost ship, his disloyal crew, and what to make of this elf called Nyx. Caspian had nothing against elves, most of his original crew was mostly compiled of species of different lands, his first mate was an elf.
Caspian looked back that Nyx as she laughed and replied,

"I believe a pirate conversing with a elf is far more of a fairy tale." She said to him.

Caspian did not reply, he really did not get what she meant by that, he loved conversing with the elf, it brought him a new perspective on life, he would rather talk with an elf or a dwarf than a human. But silence ensued after her reply. Then she once again spoke.

"Sorry, I'm not very good at holding my tongue. Count on me to be foolish." She replied solemnly.

"Aye, Nyx, you need not be embarrassed of your race, I care not of your nationality, that's just life." Caspian replied, reassuring her standing up and reaching for another bottle of gin.