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[b][color=#d896ff]"Please do not insult Admiral Silas. But... Well, I suppose it's prudent."[/color][/b] Alec reluctantly agreed, after mulling over it for almost a full minute. It's pretty obvious that he didn't find the idea appealing at all. He eyed the people hard at work at the distance, their details obscured by the darkness, the grunt and clangs of their effort audible even this far out. [b][color=#d896ff]"How are we clearing that blockade? Those people seems to have been working on it for quite some time."[/color][/b]

Some distance away, Yvonne's very much resisting the urge to get even more sloshed even as she's trying her best not to pick her scab. She's shaving the corner off the table instead, it didn't really help the itch but it kept her good hand busy. Just as well, the foreigner came back with... a rather weird question.

[b][color=#a4161a]"What?"[/color][/b] She paused, repeating the question in her mind before continuing shaving the wood off. [b][color=#a4161a]"Someone of your skill can just walk up to any free company and join in without much difficulty. Unless you ask for too much pay, I suppose. What's with the question?"[/color][/b]