When they reached his Cabin the Captain pulled down the selection of books he had gotten from the Guild and placed them on his table for the young woman to review. While she started to slowly flip through them he had begun to gather the boxes for carrying things that weren't meant to get wet as well as a large bag with a strap allowing him to carry everything. He stood in silence and to pass the time observed the woman as she looked at the different drawings and notes of herbs on the pages. 

Any reasonable man would see the woman as delicate. The silhouette she had made the first night he saw her was still the slim and delicate shape not unlike some of the flowers on the pages she skimmed. Her red hair he had now seen enough times to no longer see it as fire, but more as a collection of red waves along her shoulders. Possibly due to the sea air and the way she selp it had lost some volume, but still very much had its color. She was attractive that anyone on the crew would agree even Sabrina. He started to worry what the crew and passengers would think if they stayed in the cabin with the doors closed for too long. 

As he continued to get ready he heard her speak finally and turned to suddenly see a very different woman standing by his table. She seemed small. Not in the way before where it was her delecate nature that made her such, but instead a completely self condemned small. He had heard her say she had been untruthful. At this and after seeing her body language he felt his excitement flee from his body. 

'She had lied about the medical abilities...' He thought at once. While not something he had realized it quickly came to him that she had yet to do anything remotely close, and had not brought much in the way of her own herbs. Originally he figured she was willing to barter and deal to get what she needed along the way, but if she had no skills she would likely have worried about not bringing real medical herbs and be found out. 

Quinton put his bag down by his chair and then the box he was carrying on the desk. He started to pack up the books as she continued with her confession. Still Quinton was no priest and he had little interest in a passenger who lied to get aboard. Not only that but her lie had worked and he had personally sealed her name in his blood agreement. 'She drew a caller around your neck as fast as an anchor falls.' he thought. 

 "So you lied about your abilities and your name." he muttered as he started to close the books. Just seeing them was now making him angry. He then stood up as tall as he could with his arms at his side and let the woman speak. He would give her these final words and then throw her down in her room to enjoy the rest of the voyage with stale bread and .... He then stopped and looked up at her. 

[i]“I have not lied of my intentions, my abilities, nor my motives,”[/i]

"Wait you didn't lie about being trained in medicine?" At hearing this the captain was beyond confused. Had this whole confession been over a false name? He was about to assure her that was no business but her own; however, when he did look up at her he then saw the full truth. Brooks, or at least this woman in front of him was not human, but an elf. Rarely surprised this was a time where the Captain was taken completely. 

[i]"I fear that there may be a search for me.”[/i]

At hearing how defeated her voice had gotten The Captain took his seat and pushed the books and boxes to the side. "I think you need to share your story with me." He said and he pushed the chair from under the table with his legs. The offer was not overly aggressive, but stern and perhaps a bit childish in manors.