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The young man breathes a sigh of relief that it's the dwarf and not the princess deciding his fate. At the dwarf's question, he nods emphatically, "Uh-huh, and uh... thanks for not gutting me, mister dwarf, sir. Oh and the name's Derrin, just Derrin."

With that, he hurriedly climbs down into the cell waiting for him, obviously eager to put some space in between himself and damn near everyone else on board.

"Oh, uh... thanks mister. And yeah I'll stick close. Any of them blacks get ahold of me and I'm good as dead."

The truth of the young man's words become clear as Darvesch marches him back to the top deck and along the narrow catwalk. Down below, the men helping 'Sarah' to consolidate the dead along the first few benches, point and shout, faces lined with anger at the sight of one of their former oppressors.

It's only when the two reach the aft deck, and he has a chance to look around at the red-head leaning over the back rail, the blonde kneeling on the ground, and the brunette piloting the ship that he gives a long, low whistle. Leaning forward, he whispers to Darvesch, "You travel with some fiiine women! You a pimp or something?"

However, when everyone present turns to glare at him, Aerys cracking her knuckles, Sasha grinning like a wolf that just got tossed a baby, and the men like they're about to head for cover, he gulps hard laughing weakly and says, "Uh... just kidding..."

"Princess Kirmoon, I have a request of you, if you'd be willing to hear me out."

"Oh fuuu–"

MAP: The Falcata, (Round 05)

The young man takes Darvesch hand and winces as he stands up. He gives a short laugh at the question, and answers, "Cracked my head, landed on my shoulder, got my face slammed into the deck by that big guy... man, I feel like I got worked over by a press gang!"

Slowly, cautiously, Darvesch hears a trunk open from under the tattered canvas, and the man crawls out, wide-eyed and wild-haired. He looks to be of mixed heritage, with olive skin, a broad nose, and a head of tightly curled reddish-orange hair. He looks to be no more than 18 or 19 years old at most.

"That– that crazy wizard and his... guard, you got 'em?"