Joel
Lord Mykolas-Reed Lanterns
The Maith Mansion, Tonate Proper 

Tokiel looked immediately alarmed by the servant who came to take the bag from him, but apparently he realized it would be rude to refuse the service. He hesitated but reluctantly handed the bag over, offering a tense 'thank you' in return. 

"Righ' now?" Mykolas said, also alarmed. All of the anxiety over the meeting with the king suddenly welled up in him again. He'd been so distracted by the mules and the Rettyreeds and the ice that he'd almost forgotten the reason they were there to begin with. Suddenly it felt like everything was happening impossibly fast. He looked to Tokiel, who nodded back assuringly. "Uh... I'd be hon'red to," He said, though his voice was not as certain as his words. 

Tokiel handed his scabbard to the other servant, as well as the knife out of his boot. And though no one asked, he also lifted the hem of his shirt to show there were no other blades tucked into his belt or under his arms. The two then followed the Seneschal to the king's breakfast balcony, unsure what to expect.
Emma
Herin Farensun
The Stilts, Tonate Proper

 She snickered at the mention of her loyalty to Bradai. He smiled at that reaction, good, that meant they had some common ground at least. Her answer to his question was... Something else though. She knew his father? Truly knew him? Not like Tam and those fools at the other tavern who served under him and saw him as some fucking pillar of strength, she actually knew him, talked with him, it was... Unexpected. Part of him wanted to press her about that connection, but then he heard her question and his mind snapped back to attention. 

He considered what he knew about her. She was a shifter, apparently, that was actually more believable the more Herin thought about it. True, up until this point he assumed shifters were as real as fairies and giants, but considering he had a monster of Northwind legend living in his basement, his acceptance for previously unbelievable occurrences had grown much higher. He still wasn't sure of her loyalties, she didn't seem loyal to Maith, so perhaps a forgein agent? Or maybe she was just leading him on, trying to get more information out of him before pouncing. Herin sighed, and reached for his drink. 

When he put it down, the flaggon was empty. Taking a drink avoided the question, true, but if she read between the lines, it was probably easy enough to guess that he didn't have a positive view of the man. But she couldn't be sure of anything, and if she really was a spy for Maith then hopefully that was enough to keep this little game going. Wiping the last remains of the drink off his mouth with his shirtsleeve, he considered his own question. The idea came to him quickly, it was actually quite obvious. 
"I return the question, what do you think about our illustrious ruler?"
Christina
Cecilia Lyanah
The Stilts
 
It was obvious this man did not see Bradai as someone who belonged on a pedestal, having already told her his plans of 'land acquisition' which she knew better of. The shifter simply wanted to see if he would finally attempt his chance at lying to her so when he took a drink and avoided the question asked, Cecilia felt disappointed. She knew it would have been fair if she was to take another drink as he had done with the same question, yet instead she chose to answer. She didn't fear others finding out about her true feelings towards the Pirate King, considering they were widely known among his loyal subjects. So it didn't affect her in the slightest if Herin was to find out the truth. 
 
"Honestly? I wouldn't mourne him if something were to suddenly happen that resulted in his death." She nonchalantly shrugged her shoulders as she spoke before bringing her arms to rest across her chest. "He has a constant branch lodged in his asshole and I personally think he is incredibly selfish. I don't have many good thoughts about him. He's smart though, I will give him that as he always happens to be two steps ahead of anyone planning against him." 
 
She knew Herin would be smart enough to read the warning between the lines of her last comment about Maith. It was the truth from Cecilia's perspective as she was yet to come across someone who was able to outsmart the man. Now one question lingered in her mind as he had managed to avoid saying it directly. She understood why, considering they were seen as absolute filth and constantly rooted out by Bradai's men. From her previous visits, she had been witnessed to a routine checkup of this tavern for its tendency to serve unlawful men. 
 
"You said you were like most men here. That could be anything from a murderer to a drunk so Im curious. What type of Pirate are you?"
Emma
Herin Farensun
The Stilts, Tonate Proper

He audibly chuckled at her description of Maith. He had hated the man from afar for so long, assigning him the worst traits he could think of, less like a man and more like some cunning, evil beast. So to hear him described as having a "Branch lodged in his asshole" Was, well, unexpected, yet not unenjoyable. As for being clever, well Herin had assumed the man wasn't a complete dolt, you didn't unify the isles and build a city like Tonate proper without being smarter than most. Herin could find many faults with Maith, but a lack of intelligence and drive were not among them. Of course, everyone else who had tried to take the throne from Maith was either an upjumped lord who detested the new status quo or a foreign force who thought that somehow a united isles would be easy prey. Every challenger to the throne had fought on Maith's terms, in his arena. Herin wasn't planning on making that mistake. Her question, then, was rather simply answered. 

"That's a serious question" He said after a short pause. "The rest of the men here, all the others in the isles, they're all the same deep down. They're kill and they steal because they're too incompetent or lazy to do anything else. It's far easier to kill a man and take his fish than learn how to catch them yourself, after all." As Herin began to speak, he realized something that was rather frightening to him, he was being honest. "But deep down, they all know they don't deserve any of it, they know they're worthless, stealing from their betters." If any of the other men in the tavern heard him, they didn't show it, all too engrossed in their own conversations to listen to Herin insult their profession. "That's the difference between me and them, I do deserve it. Everything I take, everything I steal, I deserve all of it, it should be mine, and the fact that it wasn't already is an error I'm simply correcting. You asked what kind of pirate I am? The answer's simple, the best one."