"F$*% off pansy boy. I'm busy." The Colonel snorts before stomping off up the beach to bark orders at one of the deckhands struggling with a rowboat that seems to be stuck on the shore.
"Colonel." He says, then spits the toothpick he was chewing on over the side of the railing, his arms crossed. He reaches into a pocket and grabs a pipe and starts cleaning it out, no longer paying attention to the little lorekeeper.