Erik
**Galt-Drake Geare
Some Alleyway, Tonate Proper, Southern Isles**

Galt-Drake gauged Cecilia's distance from him, noticing that she was clearly apprehensive regarding something about him, but was much too stoic or intelligent to actually say why. The privateer's placement of his hand upon the pommel of one of his weapons was pretty much instinctive, as if it were an unconscious reflex conditioned into him by his environment. Her tone of voice, though, was just as nonchalant as he was, although his mention of having heard her seemed to draw a brief reaction of impressed surprise. Galt-Drake paid no further mind to that, though, and listened to Cecilia as she spoke, keeping his focus mostly on the woman's own movements and preparing for the possibility of her trying to pull a fast one on him. As Cecilia spoke, Galt-Drake found himself stifling a chuckle, since he found her response to be quite the amusing one. Upon hearing a followup question from the Shifter about his victim, Galt-Drake took one last look at the brutalized corpse before shifting his gaze back to Cecilia.

Galt-Drake then bluntly answered, "He was probably one of the biggest open dissenters against King Bradaí. I couldn't convince him to just shut the hell up about it all and sign up for the navy somewhere, so I did the next best thing: Shut him up for good, by force. It's alright, though. Nobody will miss this bitter old cunt. He was a Scag, and we all know Scags are just a buncha brain-dead, shite-flingin' monkeys not worth a damn. That answer yer question, ma'am?"
Christina
Cecilia Lyannah 
Tonate Proper

She was sure glad she hadn't crossed his path during the time when she was constantly trying to assassinate King Bradai. He was now another name added to her imaginary list of people to avoid when she felt the need to go on another murder spree. Perhaps she should keep those to the mainland, seeing how it was much easier to get away with murder compared to the isles. Her eyes crinkled as she held back a grin towards his reasoning for the brutal killing, and instead raised her brow. 

"Remind me to not get on your bad side." Her eyes slowly gazed over the man, doing her best to figure out whether or not she was endangering herself by remaining near him. From her observation however, it seemed unlikely unless she was to attack first. His muscles hadn't flexed since resting his hand against the handle of his sword and unlike her, he wasn't eyeing her like a potential target. As a way to show she wasn't planning to attack, Cecilia kept her arms folded across her chest and dropped her shoulders, placing her into a relaxed stance. 

"So what do you do with the body? Do you leave it there for someone to find or do you take it back to Bradai?" It was genuine question built from Cecilia's curiosity. Usually when she was finished with a body, she would eat it. Something she doubt this man would do.
Erik
**Galt-Drake Geare
Some Alleyway, Tonate Proper, Southern Isles**

Galt-Drake continued to visually scan Cecilia as she stood and spoke, keeping both eyes trained on her movements. Once his explanation was done with, and Cecilia reacted, Galt-Drake found himself scoffing lightly at her initial quip. As Cecilia did some looking of her own, she'd rather easily find that Galt-Drake had no intention of murdering her. Not yet, at least. Cecilia would have to give him a reason for him to take the time to try killing her, and she has yet to give him any. As such, Cecilia's choice of staying relatively near Galt-Drake and even relaxing her stance as a sign of non-aggression was actually a rather sound one. Galt-Drake kept his hand on the pommel of the same weapon, but he seemed even more calm in turn, now even more clearly not eyeing Cecilia as a possible kill. Again, though, not yet. A particularly scary aspect of Galt-Drake is his ability to accelerate from zero to one-hundred immediately. One moment, the young privateer prodigy could be as calm as possible, and then hack someone's head off in the very next. Cecilia's next question, though, actually seemed to be a thought-provoking one, if only for a moment.

All the same, Galt-Drake answered, "That's a good question, actually. I've got a couple options, but me usual procedure is to just let the mangled torso rot in the alleyway. I'll present the limbs and whatnot to Bradaí later, as proof of me actually killing him. Why do ye ask? Are ye one of those freaks who likes a bit o' the long-pig on the side? Ye don't look like an Isles tribal. Too soft-lookin', despite the scars, mainlander. Either way, I don't judge. If ye wanna take more time smellin' the bloody thing, then I won't stop ye. I've got limbs to show to the King. Do with the scraps what ye will."