"You see them all about. They ship out as deckhands all over the Isles. Most of them are old Xoltec stock, living out on isolated islands. They make good sailors, they were born with rudders in their hands."
MAgnus flirts cheerfully with the ladies of aqua hair. Either not knowing whether it's origins are natural or chemical, or not caring. Between flirtings he does eavesdrop on Kessel's conversations. Just to keep up with what's going on. :)
He sees San (And Citali?) enter, but follows the plan and focuses his attention on the locals in the bar. Not difficult since he far prefers to chat with the women any way. :)
The women smile and flirt back professionally with Magnus, while keeping a distance from any friendly hands. Close up, the women are somewhat exotic looking, with long faces and a pale blue undertinge to their skin. Magnus is disconcerted when he notices that one of them has two sets of eyelids that blink in synchronicity.
That's what I thought. Kessel is going to try to find out where these islanders might be from.
Kessel can see several of them drinking in the bar at the corner. Tall men of Mazatillian stock, with curious tattoos covering their faces and any exposed flesh. They seem innocuous, tossing some odd-shaped bone dice and laughing as they drink
San knocks back his first drink in one long pull, then orders a second. He tries to look the part of a sailor looking to get drunk with a "friend", but he closely observes the crowd, especially looking to see if anyone takes an interest in himself and Citlali or Kessel and Magnus.
"Say friends," Kessel says as he approaches the dice game, "Sorry for bothering you but I'm searching for a girl, she's 5'8, good with a sword, shield and bow, has tattoos along her right arm, and has green eyes and red hair, went by the name Mab, she was on a ship called the Jade Sunset, have any of you heard of a girl by that name or know anything about the ship?"
San and Citali see a mix of waterfront types. The three Kessel talks to are the largest of the lot, topping two meters easily. A group of sailors drink and laugh, throwing silver at the teal-tressed barmaids with abandon
"Thank you for your time," Kessel says with a slight bow, "Might you know of anywhere I could find more of your kin? That ship is my last best lead for finding the girl and someone remembers seeing Islanders amongst the crew when they came to port. There may be a port somewhere near here where the girl got off and your kinsmen got hired on. Either that or I need to find the ship."