Caer watched as she motioned to her seat, and without so much as a nod, he followed her. He was pretty familiar with this establishment, as he'd conducted business here numerous times. He wasn't famous or anything, but people knew who he was here, for the most part, and what he did. This was his kind of place in lowtown. The common riff raff stayed away, which was just how he liked it. They weren't good for business. Untrustworthy. Unreliable. He knew that a large portion were people who slipped through the cracks, and had no other means to survivie. They were mostly just trying to live to see the next day. This is what made them unreliable. They had no vision. No goal. Just to survive. At any cost.
Caer wasn't like that. He had vision. Purpose. Will. His crew had it as well. Those were the people he could rely on. Those were the people who he knew weren't just looking to get something from him. They shared a vision with him, and believed in him.
The chair slid out as Zhi kicked it, inviting him to join her. He rested his hand on it for a long moment, fingers arched over the top. He studied her for a nearly as long moment, before answering as he sat.
"Something like that, yes. My people have earned the trust I place in them. But surely you didn't invite me to drink with you to discuss my crews behavior." Caer replied, leaning forwarda bit, clasping his hands, rested on the table. He fell silent, just fixing his gaze on her. Not in such a way as to try to intimate her. More of a silent "I'm waiting" look. The expression onhis face was blank, though not unpleasant. He was feeling her out. Seeing if she was goin to try to wait for him to come to her, so to speak, and ask what she wanted, thus, giving her some initial leverage. It was a common practice among those around his level of the social structure.
Elsewhere, across the room, at the end of the bar, Ringo and Snoe had readied their linkpearls. They'd be able to hear everything being said at that table. Just in case things didn't go well.
"Captain D sure has got a way about him. You'd think this was some big deal about to go down." Ringo said to Snoe.
"Don't shortenhis name that way. Butchering a Roegadyn name is disrespectful and offensive. Doen will do, if you can't remember the whole thing." She answered, waiting to hear something from the pearl.
"Yeah, but that sounds off. 'sides, I ain't Roegadyn, so it don't bother me." He retorted, with a cheeky grin.
Snoe shook her head and rolled her eyes. "You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?"
"I haven't touched your ass yet, Darling."Â Ringo teased.
"If you ever do, it'll be the last thing you touch. Adding "yet" makes it sound like you're suicidal." Snoe snapped back, aggrivated.
Ringo gave a one-shouldered shrug. "Might be worth it. Sheesh, Snoe. You're pretty uptight for a pirate, y'know?"
As the two of them continued their banter, Caer still sat at the table, silently, feeling Zhi out.
Caer wasn't like that. He had vision. Purpose. Will. His crew had it as well. Those were the people he could rely on. Those were the people who he knew weren't just looking to get something from him. They shared a vision with him, and believed in him.
The chair slid out as Zhi kicked it, inviting him to join her. He rested his hand on it for a long moment, fingers arched over the top. He studied her for a nearly as long moment, before answering as he sat.
"Something like that, yes. My people have earned the trust I place in them. But surely you didn't invite me to drink with you to discuss my crews behavior." Caer replied, leaning forwarda bit, clasping his hands, rested on the table. He fell silent, just fixing his gaze on her. Not in such a way as to try to intimate her. More of a silent "I'm waiting" look. The expression onhis face was blank, though not unpleasant. He was feeling her out. Seeing if she was goin to try to wait for him to come to her, so to speak, and ask what she wanted, thus, giving her some initial leverage. It was a common practice among those around his level of the social structure.
Elsewhere, across the room, at the end of the bar, Ringo and Snoe had readied their linkpearls. They'd be able to hear everything being said at that table. Just in case things didn't go well.
"Captain D sure has got a way about him. You'd think this was some big deal about to go down." Ringo said to Snoe.
"Don't shortenhis name that way. Butchering a Roegadyn name is disrespectful and offensive. Doen will do, if you can't remember the whole thing." She answered, waiting to hear something from the pearl.
"Yeah, but that sounds off. 'sides, I ain't Roegadyn, so it don't bother me." He retorted, with a cheeky grin.
Snoe shook her head and rolled her eyes. "You're a real pain in the ass, you know that?"
"I haven't touched your ass yet, Darling."Â Ringo teased.
"If you ever do, it'll be the last thing you touch. Adding "yet" makes it sound like you're suicidal." Snoe snapped back, aggrivated.
Ringo gave a one-shouldered shrug. "Might be worth it. Sheesh, Snoe. You're pretty uptight for a pirate, y'know?"
As the two of them continued their banter, Caer still sat at the table, silently, feeling Zhi out.
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