The Cap'n looked on with genuine surprise when Cliodhna emerged from seemingly nothing like a wayward ship out of a morning fog. He had remembered a couple practitioners of magic during the raid on the caravan, but had thought most of them had departed and not taking roles in this particular scene. Not to mention the fact that he recognized this one and, as such, found himself wondering if he had seen her do any such aetheric tricks during his show. Such thoughts were quickly dismissed, however, as he realized this merely meant that his audience had put a fair bit more thought into their own little performance than he had initially surmised - along with having a few more tricks up their sleeve. Truly, such intriguing and avant-garde acting was worthy of a bit of commendation, at least.
"You guess rightly. We were well aware of the props you and yours had been saddled with, for it was to be a performance in the truest sense," the Dunesfolk affirmed with a widened grin, returning to full Cheshire status. His silver eyes flitted to the pink blur, but quickly returned to the much more interesting Hyur sitting next to him. "And I'd be more than happy to trade words over meal, especially after--"
His reasoning was cut short as both the returning audience member in the kitchen and the ill-fitted Flame actor both piped up with irate words to convince the Lalafell. Siha - he remembered that particular beauty from the performance as well, he was fairly certain he had traded words with her during the chaos - threatened with doom and gloom, warning of back-stabbings and other such skulduggery. All things a pirate would expect of those not of their crew, and the Cap'n had made a concerted effort to avoid. After all, the reason he had been able to peg the Red Wings as the actors here was, in part, due to them not following the means of contact for the aforementioned patron set in place both to allow for communication... and to be forewarned should they try anything underhanded after the deed was done. They were from Ul'dah, after all, and Cap'n knew the ways of his former kinsmen well enough.
As for his little "Flame Kitten," she instead decided to cut right to the insults, even as she discarded part of her costume. He understood full well what she had been hinting at throughout their dialogue, just as much as he understood Siha's warnings. Perhaps more so than she thought, though that was not unsurprising considering of her obviously dour opinion of him. Then again, he couldn't quite blame her - forced into a role she apparently had little aptitude for. He wouldn't say as such aloud as she seemed to prone to, though, as such things would be... ungentlemanly.
"Hold, pray hold, my coquettish couerls," the Cap'n urged towards both Miqo'te, motioning with his hands as if the gesture alone would tamper down their respective tempers. "As I was going to say before you leapt ahead in your respective cues, I was quite impressed with your performance. A flaw here and there, but it was still quite enjoyable nonetheless. Besides, pray stop and think upon it: I've been given a lovely performance, and now offered some coin and a meal in the company of three lovely ladies?"
He motioned to them grandiosely before continuing.
"What right-minded gentleman could resist, wouldn't you agree?" the Dunesfolk asked, turning a wry grin towards the Roegadyn and Elezen entourage. Though, an appraising eye would see that it was aimed more towards the former than the latter. "So come, come! Let us eat, drink, and be merry. Perhaps even trade a few tricks of the trade, hm? Who knows what may slip across liquored tongues?"
"You guess rightly. We were well aware of the props you and yours had been saddled with, for it was to be a performance in the truest sense," the Dunesfolk affirmed with a widened grin, returning to full Cheshire status. His silver eyes flitted to the pink blur, but quickly returned to the much more interesting Hyur sitting next to him. "And I'd be more than happy to trade words over meal, especially after--"
His reasoning was cut short as both the returning audience member in the kitchen and the ill-fitted Flame actor both piped up with irate words to convince the Lalafell. Siha - he remembered that particular beauty from the performance as well, he was fairly certain he had traded words with her during the chaos - threatened with doom and gloom, warning of back-stabbings and other such skulduggery. All things a pirate would expect of those not of their crew, and the Cap'n had made a concerted effort to avoid. After all, the reason he had been able to peg the Red Wings as the actors here was, in part, due to them not following the means of contact for the aforementioned patron set in place both to allow for communication... and to be forewarned should they try anything underhanded after the deed was done. They were from Ul'dah, after all, and Cap'n knew the ways of his former kinsmen well enough.
As for his little "Flame Kitten," she instead decided to cut right to the insults, even as she discarded part of her costume. He understood full well what she had been hinting at throughout their dialogue, just as much as he understood Siha's warnings. Perhaps more so than she thought, though that was not unsurprising considering of her obviously dour opinion of him. Then again, he couldn't quite blame her - forced into a role she apparently had little aptitude for. He wouldn't say as such aloud as she seemed to prone to, though, as such things would be... ungentlemanly.
"Hold, pray hold, my coquettish couerls," the Cap'n urged towards both Miqo'te, motioning with his hands as if the gesture alone would tamper down their respective tempers. "As I was going to say before you leapt ahead in your respective cues, I was quite impressed with your performance. A flaw here and there, but it was still quite enjoyable nonetheless. Besides, pray stop and think upon it: I've been given a lovely performance, and now offered some coin and a meal in the company of three lovely ladies?"
He motioned to them grandiosely before continuing.
"What right-minded gentleman could resist, wouldn't you agree?" the Dunesfolk asked, turning a wry grin towards the Roegadyn and Elezen entourage. Though, an appraising eye would see that it was aimed more towards the former than the latter. "So come, come! Let us eat, drink, and be merry. Perhaps even trade a few tricks of the trade, hm? Who knows what may slip across liquored tongues?"
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