"Tsk." Eadgar had screwed up. He had completely forgotten to at least attempt to blend in. He had been following these darn pirates for a while now and when they had wrecked their boat he thought it would only be a matter of time before he caught them. However, he had sailed to this island on his little dinghy and just walked into town. It was a surprise to all parties involved to say the least, Bluewell for realizing a bounty hunter was after him and Eadgar for remembering that he stuck out like a sore thumb in his big baggy clothes, scarf, and bare feet. The Whip-Fang pirates had quickly put their blades to the necks of the forced laborers upon sight of the swordsman. "So, Rags, it seems ya are even more of a coward than I thought you were."
Eadgar quickly eyed the scene around him trying to determine how many enemies their were and how many hostages. This was pissing him off that he couldn't fight without risk of someone else dying. It didn't help that he hadn't eaten in a day. That made him extra angry. He looked back at Rags and said, *yawn* "If you think having hostages is gonna save your skins then I ain't gonna stop ya. Just know the moment you least expect it I will slice that ugly mug of yours. Or I'll just knock ya out. If ya need me I'll be right here." At that Eadgar sat down in a fudoza position and closed his eyes. He did his best to focus his senses to figure out how many people there were and where they were.