[center][h3][color=C0392B]Rudolf Sagramore[/color][/h3][/center]

[@The Otter][@Psyker Landshark]

Primly, crisply, dutifully, the young platinum-haired lad inclined his head as he turned to Esben once more, after the tense drawing of lines in the sand had passed.

[color=c0392b]"If such arrangements are amenable, sir, I shall be returning to my duties. With Mister Goug at leave to resupply, I believe I'm best suited to overlooking my, ah, [i]fellow beasts of burden[/i] as it were. Do [i]enjoy[/i] this day of shore leave in my stead— should you need me, I'm but a holler away. Provided you can't find me and the birds already, of course. Feisty, fussy animals..."[/color] he intoned, before stiffly marching towards the ship once more. They'd avoided disaster more narrowly than they'd needed to once the damned minigun had come out, and now Miina had vanished, seemingly with the wind itself. It was lucky that they'd likely not noticed her among the taller and louder bodies confronting them, but he wasn't about to push their luck any further—

At the very least, he personally had none to spare. Generalship of the group's as a whole wasn't worth risking. They had a story that'd been accepted enough to buy them until the next morning, at least. He'd keep that alibi thoroughly believable. He didn't trust the Kirins to be out of the woods quite yet. They were ostentatious, flashy newcomers that'd just thrown their weight around in plain view on the docks. Sending the local authorities packing with a compromise at the end of a half-dozen gun barrels sent a [i]message[/i]— one that everyone who'd seen the commotion was liable to receive in their own way, good or bad.

Feigning a put-upon sigh as he drew even with their trusty Moogle, and the curiously warking bouquet of silver and yellow Chocobos in tow, he glanced over his shoulder at the retreating posse of guards before speaking in undertone, wagering them out of earshot. 

Maybe that chat with Galahad was still fresh in his mind and driving this, but he had to try and keep what he could of this story [i]straight[/i] until people got bored of them.

[color=c0392b]"I'll sell this 'manservant' thing for a couple hours until we're under a bit less scrutiny, then I'll get going, as you say. Push comes to shove, I'll still have the spear that Dragoon left us— won't be completely helpless if there's trouble. Until then, I may as well buy you a bit of time and make this stick."[/color]