Matoya the Witch Appears: A missing Crystal and PIRATES?!

[Olvelsper]

"Well, there we go, then. Drink up, boys!" Craig began drinking from his own mug as his eyes began to wander.

[Zenthor]

Zack grimaced beneath his mask.  Just like his stay at Onrac; the people in one tavern are just like the people in the next.  That, and it was a little early for his taste to be drinking.  But, he supposed it'd be best not to make a scene by not drinking.  After a couple sips, he began speaking, in the same sort of hushed tones Craig and the barkeep were speaking in moments before.  "So, we just wait for this Jeffy guy to be back and we can be on our way to catch our theif, eh?"

[Dracos]

And instantly garnered five or six unfriendly stares from around the room.  Apparently, talk of thieves and the catching weren't very welcome here.

Dracos

[Nephrite]

Quatre rubbed the back of his head, laughing a little bit. "Ahaha... ha... how... awkward." he just shifted in his seat and stared at his drink, whistling innocently.

[Zenthor]

Zack gulped.  Oops.  "Yeah, that fief will be a nice piece of property.  Heard it's a orphanage now.  Ripe for the picking.  Because those damn orphans are so rich."  He tried to pass it off as a mispronunciation.

[Dracos]

The room reception, if anything, got even colder.  You know, now might be a good time to make with the feets a movin'.

Dracos

[Nephrite]

"Oh, look at the time... I think we should all be going right about now!" Quatre smiled, rather fakely, and started to get up to move towards the door with the others.

[Zenthor]

What I wouldn't give for Amnesia dust right about now, Zack thought to himself as he hurried out the door as well.

[Olvelsper]

Craig shook his head and wandered out with the others. "Yeah, better not mention those keywords around here anymore, guys."

[Nephrite]

Quatre turned back to his group. "So, what do we do now?"

[Zenthor]

"Well, since it seems our... uh... guy... has left already, we should probably just bide our time until that... other guy comes back, so we can sail off to that place."

[Olvelsper]

"Well, it seems he's the only one that'll be around for a long time now. Unfortunately, there's a catch. That being that the guy is a supreme asshole. He might even try to rob us blind if he tried to approach him..."

[Zenthor]

"How is that any different than being around you?  I'm sure we can tolerate him.  For a bit."

[Dracos]

The three of them meandered down to the port...

Only to hear screams as they got close.  A squad of five rough and tough pirates in view, pillaging anything they could get their hands on and chasing the dock workers away with their blades.  Booming laughter sounded over the raid as Bikey the black pirate, cruelest pirate around these parts, oversaw the proceedings from his pirate ship, the Conquista.  Bikey cut a broad image, his well groomed black beard brushing against his wide torso, a grin on his face.  "Take no prisoners men!  Loot and Plunder!"

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"Wow...the fates were kind to us." Craig's blades flashed out as he dashed off to go take on the pirates. "Hang back and give me backup, guys!"

And he descended on them like a hurricane. He was itching for a fight he could win, anyway.