The man appeared to be happy, a bit on the other side of what the normal spectrum usually allowed, but that was surprisingly the majority for most of the people who called the sea their home. So Abigail didn't think much of it. The man was in chains and that was probably enough to justify just how eager he appeared to be. Silently she watched and listened as he explained who the man on the line was. "So he's a slaver then." The red pirate's eyes narrowed at the thought. Slavery wasn't something she was a personal fan of. The man was talking so she blinked and turned her attention back to the man as he started talking about a picture of Treant. "Oh. Well, that's a shame, but I'm sure we'll see him soon enough. I get the feeling he's not the kind of man who'd let anything play out otherwise."
Abigail opened her mouth, expecting for more to come out but she stopped mid-breath when she caught a glimpse of the posters. "Oh." Her hand tightened on her sword. "I see." She paused for a moment, trying to choose her words carefully. "By any chance are you just a fan hoping for an autograph?"
Abigail opened her mouth, expecting for more to come out but she stopped mid-breath when she caught a glimpse of the posters. "Oh." Her hand tightened on her sword. "I see." She paused for a moment, trying to choose her words carefully. "By any chance are you just a fan hoping for an autograph?"