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Croix watched the unfolding events with a great deal of intrigue. His own attempts had fallen completely flat - he cursed that he had been placed into that position, having been sharply reminded why he left diplomacy to the Captain - but nevertheless, things still had a possibility of working out in his favor. Now two separate traders involved, although one with significantly more manpower...he found himself quite impressed at the woman's lack of hesitation in throwing her weight around, repulsive as he found the attitude. Nevertheless, he couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that she was getting in over her head. The Lalafell who had slipped out of the door had not escaped his notice, an action which he felt was probably quite prudent. He pondered the best plan of action. One did not survive a full decade of piracy by wandering around unarmed, but the only weaponry he had to hand was a short dagger tucked into his boot. Close-quarters fighting was not his area of expertise by any means and he found his hand subconsciously reaching for a bow that was not there. Rising from his seat, he slipped over to the bar and motioned for Elle to come closer.
"Elle...send a runner down to the Flame. Fastest you can spare. It's docked at the usual place, undergoing repairs. Hana should be somewhere around...have them tell her to send someone up here. If things turn unpleasant, I'm afraid I won't be of much use here and I'd rather not waste a golden opportunity." Elle paused, obviously reluctant to risk escalating the situation any further but nodded with a sigh. She disappeared into the back room and shortly thereafter a young Miqo'te dashed out of the door in the direction of the docks. For his part, Croix leaned against a section of wall close enough to overhear the conversation and listened quietly.
"Elle...send a runner down to the Flame. Fastest you can spare. It's docked at the usual place, undergoing repairs. Hana should be somewhere around...have them tell her to send someone up here. If things turn unpleasant, I'm afraid I won't be of much use here and I'd rather not waste a golden opportunity." Elle paused, obviously reluctant to risk escalating the situation any further but nodded with a sigh. She disappeared into the back room and shortly thereafter a young Miqo'te dashed out of the door in the direction of the docks. For his part, Croix leaned against a section of wall close enough to overhear the conversation and listened quietly.
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