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Esben Mathiassen

"Ah, sirs, please—"

Esben pushed his way to the front of the group, wincing as his movements elicited twinges of pain from the parts that were still sore despite the healing by Neve and Miina. Luckily, taking the extra time to clean up aboard the ship before they all set foot on the docks was likely to prove a good decision; as he faced the guards with a smile, he looked for all the world like a young noble's son out on tour. "There's no need for any hostilities, I assure you." Indeed, in some sense, he was, though the slightly drawn, pained manner of the smile was far outside the norm.

Given that he clearly wasn't any sort of seasick that could lend to it.

He raised one hand, gently pushing down on Izayoi's arm, though at the same time careful to make sure that the both of them were still between the guards and Neve. "I'm Esben Mathiassen, son of the Baron Cadon of Skael. I've been out travelling lately, and have managed to accrue this...motley crew of escorts." He gave a wry grin at the guard in the lead. "Miss Shadesbough included." He subtly emphasized the correct pronunciation of her name, sure that the sergeant wouldn't miss the insult implied.

Better to settle their places as soon as possible. It wouldn't make the man happy, but—nobleman and guardsman, employer and rival employee. Dynamics that could never be forgotten for any act like this one to work.

"Truthfully, she has proven invaluable. Why, just the other day we were beset upon the waters, and it's thanks to her that I'm even up and moving right now, rather than being carried in a litter! By all means, we'll be happy to go and meet with the Grovemasters; I would love to meet the ones that taught our white mage so well, if only so that I can give them the thanks that they're due for having her so well prepared. I'm sure my father would appreciate me taking the chance to see about opening up a new line of business in this port of yours, as well. Ah, but..."

His smile turned apologetic. "Given that I'm the one that's currently speaking for her employment, and given that I am also her patient, I'm sure you can understand why we wish to accompany her. I'm sure the Grovemasters and I can sort out some sort of arrangement..."

He looked skyward once, before shutting his eyes and smacking his forehead, the remnants of the burns on his hand being just visible to the sergeant.

"Ah, silly me—you'd like to see my papers, I'm sure? I should have the signet ring somewhere as well...you do have someone who can verify the authenticity of all of it, of course?"
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