Cole
Upon receiving his drink Faolan tilted his head back and guzzled down a few large gulps before lowering the bottle to the countertop and pursing his lips. It seemed that he was trying so desperately to get himself a buzz that he temporarily forgot how strong the liquor was. That is when he felt a pair of eyes on him, the eyes of a woman, blonde and viking-looking, kind of like himself minus the blonde bit. His gaze briefly fixed on hers as he swallowed the last gulp which he held in his mouth to keep from overdoing himself on the first swigs, he then casually looked over his shoulder towards the other young lady who she seemed to be conversing with before he was noticed. 'Bloody hell I could use a lay.' He thought to himself as he finally took into account all the young women who occupied the tavern today, he wouldn't mind finding other ways to get his mind off of whatever that horror inducing vision he had seen was. He'd probably end up getting laid then wake up to find all his pocket change had been stolen, maybe even his pants as well because gods know that's happened before. The guards had some questions for him that day that's for damn sure. With another sigh he turned back around towards the bar and rested his head in his hand while his other hand tilted the top of the akvavit bottle towards his mouth, allowing him to take a few more agonizing sips. Finally he was starting to feel something, wonderful, if he kept this up he'd be drunk enough to forget the hallucination or whatever it was in no time. Maybe even drunk enough to temporarily forget where he was if he was lucky.
James
Grins to the Viking woman and lets out a little chuckle "Will do, darlin' here's something a bit more exciting." Axari finished off her ale and strums a few rapid chords, before beginning an excited melody. She stands up as she sings this one, her feet doing a little dance as she strums away on her lute. About halfway through her hair comes undone, falling in loose curls around foxlike facial features. 

Axari finished up her song and a coin was tossed into her case. "Thank you, thank you." She glanced down into her case and saw she was beginning to make quite fair amount tonight, thank the gods. Then something clicked with her, what the Viking woman had said. Something about waking dreams. She paused a moment and looked her over once more, her faintly glowing eyes narrowing in a curious gaze before the half-Drow cleared her throat and went back to her normal, rather excited stage presence. " Now, how about a tale? You lot ever hear about Vexali of Equadia? I find it unlikely you would, all the way out in the isles." She pulls her seat forward and sat back down, reaching up to brush her hair aside. She glanced again to the Viking woman and caught herself staring. 'What in the hell could she mean by waking dreams? Did that happen to everyone? Or just me?' She found herself thinking before once again trying to clear her mind with a small shake of her head and the tight closing of her eyes.

"This story begins, on a lavish plantation in Equadia. With a young elvish slave, Vexali... She was born, her mother a slave and her father the plantation master. All was fine for her for years, she worked, and life went on, unassuming, uneventful. This of course, didn't last, otherwise I wouldn't be here today recounting her legend to you." Axari looked around, eyebrows raised slightly. She had most of the room watching at this point. Perfect. "Vexali was caught stealing books, and as such she was disciplined and her resolve steeled. She wanted out of that life, a life of bondage and obligation. Personal freedom became her obsession..." Her story continues, and by the end of it she had a few people who were clearly hanging on every word. "...And as she drove her blade into her father's chest, she felt a strange sensation. An unknown one. Freedom. A wave of relief washed over her as the blood ran down her arms, and just as quickly as the feeling came, it left, along with her final breath as a guard delivered a final blow against the rebel slave, unaware of her surroundings in her final moments of eager anticipation."

Axari finished her story, leaving a moment for it to sink in before she stood. "And with that, I'll be taking a small respite darlings. I'll be here performing come nightfall tomorrow. Have a wonderful evening ladies and gentlemen." Axari stepped down off the stage and crossed over to the bar, counting out 8% and sliding it across the counter to the barkeep, and receiving two fresh cups of ale. She turned and walked over to the Viking woman "Mind if I sit? You've got me intrigued, darling. Name's Axari by the way, tell your friends." She smirks and sits herself down, sliding one cup over to Satine. "So. What's this you're saying about waking dreams?"
Steven
"Observing the man who would become Head Knight of Astoria and Lord of Stormalong isn't a boring task. Someone had to make sure you were ready for the job." She gave a small smile, and licked her lips to ride them of the wine that lingered before she took another long sip from her goblet. She was about to insist that he not worry, that it wasn't the Head Knights job to worry, it was Anya's Commander's job to worry. But her lips parted and no words fell out, remembering the fate of the Commander. 

"Perhaps, it's fine for you to worry, for the time being. But as soon as we find a new commander, you won't have to worry about that anymore. Your position as Head Knight keeps you _in_ Astoria and Stormalong. You're the protection of the homeland. You're not the one who moves armies from home out on conquests or missions. It's why you weren't called to Wingsway this summer." Angelica reminded him, and shifted to lean more heavily against the arm of the chair she occupied.
Ashley
Eric forgot the whole direction of the conversation, tilted his head at Angelica and had look of surprise, no, fucking bewilderment. As if she said something that had confounded him and madde him rethink his entire life. He openned his mouth to speak, but he couldn't find the words. A mixture of stress, happiness, surprise, and dread molded together in his stomach, finally, he found his words:

"What do you mean, _Lord of Stormalong_?" He said, his voice a little low from surprise, Angelica could pretty easily tell, Eric had no clue he was going to be made Lord of Stormalong. 

He drained his third glass of wine and went for a fourth. His bright green eyes about popped out of his head at the thought of being the Lord of the capital of old Feyshore, what was once the most impenetrable cities in Marin.
Steven
Angelica's arm that rested on the couch lifted, a fist forming that she rested her temple against as she watched him flicker through reactions to find an appropriate one. "The paperwork is still being sorted. Funds are being moved and allocated for some restoration projects to make the place livable before it's offered to you. But who else would we trust with a stronghold in South Feyshore?" The blonde woman gave a small smile, and she raised her glass a bit, dipping it towards him before bringing it back to her lips. 

"We told you that you'd be rewarded for the work you put into Astoria and South Feyshore. That doesn't stop with an appointment of knighthood. You'll retain it, of course, but you'll find an additional title or two to be added to your name before this time next year, if my plans go accordingly." She gave a small hint of a laugh, and her brow raised a bit.

"Why, do you not like the sound of _'Lord Eric Staffard of Stormalong, Head Knight of Astoria_'?"

~~Eric Stafford came immediately and had to leave to change~~
Ashley
Eric was at a loss for words, he looked down for a moment, not sure what to say or how to say it. His jaw shifted a little, and he let out a laugh at the idea. The idea of being a Lord, it was overwhelming. "I suppose..." Eric started, blinking, "I could get used to it. I'd need to hear it a little bit more, those Storm Men-At-Arms will be incredibly excited to hear that. I'm still a little shocked, excuse me." He said, taking a moment to pour another glass of wine. Number four, he's drinking a lot on accident. He was collecting his thoughts still. "That... That lordship would be all I would ever need, you, or her grace, wouldn't have to give me any other titles. I would never expect anything more than this..." He was having trouble expressing his gratitude exactly.
Steven
Technically, that was actually glass five for him, and she'd never even seen him finish three before. She set her own glass down on the table between them and shook her head, tossing her blonde locks in the process. "Don't let your excitement overwhelm you. Like I said, there are still papers to be signed, you have time." She reminded him. 

"You also don't need to say anything to me on the matter, I'm informing you of the high probability of it as a friend. We are, after all, equals at the end of the day. Anya is the one with the final say in it all, and I probably wouldn't mention I told you, just in case something happens and plans fall through. I don't want her biting my head off over it." She mused, and looked to the now empty bottle. She stood, moving to the doorway and cracking it lightly. The two guards outside the door turned immediately, and Angelica offered a polite smile before requesting another bottle of wine to be brought up.
Ashley
Eric drank his glass, completely having lost count in what he was drinking or how much, he hadn't stood up for awhile and didn't really feel it yet. He did when he went to stand up, and he lowered himself back down as soon as the room lurched forward. "We finished the bottle already?" He said, surprised. 

"Have you already set your room up and had your things moved?" Eric asked, trying to move the conversation off work stuff and politics, with how he was feeling, it likely wasn't the best time to discuss that stuff for now.
Steven
A moment passed before there was another knock, and Angelica opened the door to find the same servant as before with a fresh bottle. She thanked the woman, and then closed the door once more to return to Eric and her seat. He finished his glass, and out of habit she topped it off before pouring what would be her third. 

"Actually, there seems to have been a mistake in regards to that." She told him, recorking the bottle before setting it down and lifting her own glass. "The room I was assigned appears to be the same one you were. When I went to drop of my things, yours were already in there. The outfit you arrived in was on the bed. I asked about the mistake, and was told there were no other rooms available considering the guest list, and that it must have been a switch up somewhere." She shrugged a shoulder, taking a sip. 

"So we'll be sharing for the duration of the festival unless I convince Anya to let me stay with her."
Ashley
Eric wasn't sure how to respond, he'd never shared a room with a woman other than his mother when he was young, this was an entirely different scenario. "I see, we'll have to ask for extra bedding then," Eric started, "I'll lay out something on the floor for me to sleep in. You can have the bed." He said with a smile, being as chivalrous as he could be.Though, really, he liked comfortable beds and had been looking forward to sleeping in the warmer conditions on a comfortable bed.

"My only condition is that you make your bed afterward, unmade beds bother me." He said, half a joke, mostly true.
Steven
Angelica rolled her eyes. "Stafford, you sleeping on the floor isn't how you planned to spend your time here. I'm not letting you do that. We can share a bed, you're not going to hurt my reputation by doing so." She told him, and took another drag from her goblet before continuing. 

"Also if you're genuinely looking to participate in that sparring competition, I won't have you sleeping on the floor, waking up stiff, and embarrassing Astoria in the process. You'll look like an old fool if you throw out your back in a sparring competition, and I'm _not_ going to be the one to nurse you back to health."
Ashley
"To be fair," Eric began his retort, "That _is_ what we have Dayveth for, isn't it?" Eric added, then paused, "I suppose it's a large bed..." Eric was obviously not entirely comfortable with the idea, but he didn't know what to do in this situation. Generally, you don't turn down attractive women when they ask to share a bed with you. But also, she's a co-worker, and the right-hand-woman to the queen. It'd just be strange, even if nothing happened, which nothing will happen, he needed to remind himself. They were just making the best of an awkward situation.

Now he was nervous, not about the awkwardness of being in the same bed as Angelica. But about whether he might have a dream again, he didn't know what he did in his sleep when he had the memories come back to him, he didn't want her to know or suspect something might be wrong with him.
Steven
"Dayveth is too busy making eyes at the Queen to be useful right now." She murmured, and finished her glass, sinking back into the cushions and crossing her free arm over her torso as she slumped into the couch. "I swear that woman can seduce a plant with a gaze." She added, and turned her attention to the window she'd opened. The warm breeze was dying down as the day progressed into evening. Even still, it wasn't cold like home, but there was the underlying promise of some cooler weather in the night. 

"We'll be fine. I promise not to take up too much of your space and I don't snore, so you're in for a rather peaceful night... If you make it to bed."
Ashley
Eric, even with too much to drink, knew not to touch anything about Anya's private life, it made him uncomfortable. He stared down at the mostly full wine glass longingly, debating on continuing or not. "Hah... IF make it to bed." He repeated, quietly, "I may need help getting back, to be hoest. I don't normally drink past three. His face was flushed, his Taemar accent was slipping out a bit, and words were becoming harder to figure out and formulate. The wine was catching up to him.
Rhonda
Bradai Maith made his way through the halls, actively speaking to a few of his advisors. One of them had a box of jewelry, and was slipping rings onto an outstretched hand. Today was a festival, and he wasn't about to go out in front of the Clans without recognizing the 14 sham marriages he was in. They weighed down his hands, but he would've been lying if he said he didn't like the way they felt. Two around the three fingers in the middle, one around the bottom of the pinky, all simple golden bands. They made writing difficult, but considering he only ever wore them during political events, they never really got in the way.

There was no fanfare when he entered the room. It had existed when he first came to the Isles and the moment the drums or trumpet would sound, everyone took a knee. Now? They didn't get that privilege. People _planned_ for his arrival, waited on baited breath from him. The harsh whispers stopped the moment he stepped through the doorframe and the sound of everyone falling to their knees filled the room. 

"Stand please." An idle hand waved upwards as he settled into the Throne of Skulls. Four mee men came forwards and placed a desk before the Pirate King. Behind him there was a new spot that was created in the back of the throne, a spot hollowed out for a new skull. 

"Grand Duchess?"
Steven
Angelica gave a small laugh at how the wine hit his voice. It made him softer, and it was nice to see that of a man who she'd only really seen be rigid towards her. He'd always made it a point to be professional, and it was unusual but soothing to see him with his guard down for a moment. 

"Lucky for you there's someone to help put you to bed, so you might as well finish off your glass before we retire." She urged, setting her own down. "And if you really feel like you can't that's fine. Though I don't imagine you'd embarrass yourself even drunk."
Christina
When both of the women spoke up, Taireen forced most of her drink down in one swig. Something about them was familiar to her but she didn't understand why, she barely left her house and most times she spent alone. Standing up, she made her way over to the bar once again. Her strides were shaken, the images of her death never left her head. The main thing that put her off was where her body was placed. She obviously wasn't in the Isles because she had been laying down in snow. But she wasn't alone. She could only assume it was in north of Marin, the one place she now planned on avoiding. 

Once the woman reached the bar, Taireen only needed to send the man a certain look before he rushed to make her drink. Upon receiving it, Taireen handed him a handful of silver pieces in exchange. "Just keep it coming." She replied before taking another swig, loving the burning sensation on the back of her throat. Drinking was never as good as one of her teas though. Slamming the glass down onto the bar, the thin frail woman used the back of her hand to wipe her lips. She could feel the alcohol starting to take affect, assuming it was because she had yet to eat anything. She was very forgetful on that part. At least on the positive side, it would be a very quick path to drunkenness and possible alcohol poisoning. "Better than the fucking hallucinations." She muttered to herself in annoyance and desperation.
Steven
Anyanka raised a brow slightly at the title, and let her tongue slip over her painted lips. "Pardon the correction, but I believe the accurate title since the return of South Feyshore into my hands is 'Queen'." She said, and gave a small smile. Personally, she hated the title Queen, it reminded her of women attached to a King, and that it was a placeholder and not an actual position of power for most women. But considering it was true, and put herself on par with the man in terms of titles, she'd use it for the time being. 

"Thank you, as always, for your invitation to the Isles. I saw Mikhail not too long before I came to see you, I'm pleased to see he's doing well." She spoke with a firmness in her voice she wouldn't normally use. But the throne room wasn't empty, and she knew her normal casual demeanor would probably be frowned upon. It wasn't as if she was allowed to speak to him as a friend anymore anyway, he wouldn't take to that from what she could tell. He looked like he might hate her, and she had a feeling this would sour quickly.
Rhonda
The Pirate King kept a stern expression for as long as the Grand Duchess spoke, but let out a soft chuckle the moment she was finished. "Relax. I've 'ad people trying to win my favor all day wiff stern and flowery language. You're safe, 'ere Anya." He paused, "Even if you are a _Queen_ now." He rapped his fingers against the table, all fourteen of his rings tapping against the surface. "I'm pleased to see vhat _you're_ doing well. And yeah, I 'oped you would see Mikhail. We 'ad 'im so close to tha front for a reason."
Steven
The 'relax' had been unexpected, but the redhead immediately softened, her stance easing a bit and her shoulders slipping as she gave him a soft smile. "I missed him. He hugged me and for a moment the world stopped spinning again." She admitted, and glanced around the throne room briefly. "I didn't expect to make our conversation a public affair, is there a reason we're not having this conversation in private?"
Rhonda
He gestured vaguely with his hand, as if searching for an answer that wasn't terribly verbose. "I've got to see people all day. Diplomatic meetings coming frough, vheres an entire damn line be'ind you. But, I do 'ave a request uff you. It's nature is..." He sighed, running a finger over his pursed lips, "It's one a _friend_ would ask."
Steven
"You're free to ask, Bradai." She told him with a nod, and then continued. As she spoke, the pads of her fingers ran up the length of her left arm, trailing idly over the raised skin of the sigils she bore. "Does it involve Mikhail?"
Rhonda
"Yeah, it does." He let a long pause hang between them. "It's kind uff a large favor. But I feel like I at least owe you some time wiff your boy, seeing 'as 'ow 'e left. And uh..." He cleared this throat. To say that this was awkward for him was a understatement. "From talking to 'im, I fink 'e was just flustered wiff you and your new job. Some time apart was good for tha boff uff you, I fink. But you do know 'e's going to Azarya." He sighed deeply. "I don't feel comfortable sending 'im wiff someone 'oo won't write back as quickly as you do. And, you know, boff uff you deserve time togevher before 'e's gone."
Steven
The woman's brow knitted together a bit, and she took a step forward, finding herself only a foot away from the desk that sat before him. It was comforting, somewhat, to know that Mikhail leaving had been less about herself as a parent and more about her new titles and responsibilities. She'd tried to avoid work as much as she could in the time he was home, but Astoria was only just then getting on it's feet, and with South Feyshore falling into her hands at the same time, and the threats from Vivayn, she _had_ to focus on the bigger picture. "I don't particularly like the idea of sending him to Azarya at all. He's a child, after all and I don't necessarily believe the best thing for him is shipping him off somewhere he has never even seen before with anyone he doesn't know." She paused, realizing she was voicing opinions on a discussion they didn't have time to have right now. 

"What's the favor, Bradai?"
Cole
Having been nearby, Faolan absentmindedly noticed the other woman at the bar, in the process of gulping down the remaining third of his bottle and placing it down on the bartop when he suddenly caught the last words the girl near by spoke, faintly, but he still knew what he heard. His gaze shifted towards the woman with gray eyes as he pushed the bottle away from himself so the barkeep could take it when he was ready. He wasn't quite drunk yet, but he was most certainly buzzed, akvavit can do that to a man, even a veteran drunkard such as Faolan. Casually the Captain scooted his stool a bit further in Taireen's direction, leaning in and whispering... Because at the moment that seemed like a good idea, it was safe to say his sense of judgement wasn't all there.

"Psst. Lass." Faolan started, attempting to get Taireen's attention. Assuming he likely did so, unless she was deaf, he simply continued to speak. "What kind of er... Hallucinations... Are we talkin 'bout here? Like what did ya see?" Okay, maybe he was a bit more drunk than he expected. As soon as he began to talk he found himself slurring and pausing at random times like some idiot, but considering his rather average hygiene and his well kempt hair and physique she could likely tell he was most certainly not some blubbering idiot. Hopefully. Faolan, finding that the world around him seemed to tilt in the direction he leaned, quickly pressed his hand to the bartop to keep himself from falling as he leaned in to whisper.
Rhonda
He paused, "I want you to take 'im vhere, frough Taemar. As long as you want. I want to give you boff tha opportunity to be muvher and son. I want 'im to 'ave you in 'is life, and wiff boff uff you moving frough tha countryside, it'll take weeks. Stop in villages, get to know each uvher again. I know you've got a lot going on back 'ome, and I wish vhere was somefing I could do about vhat but..." He bit his bottom lip, "Our boy needs 'elp. I've been wiff 'im. 'e's in pain, 'e's told me as much. Vhere are people vhere vhat can 'elp 'im. You know vhat as well as I." 

"Fings will slow down in tha winter. I will send you reinforcements for Eric, to quell anyfing vhat 'appens in your Kingdom. Your Council, I assume, can rule in your stead? I—" He looked up from the surface of his desk and gave her a soft smile, "Please?"
Steven
It wasn't anything she was expecting him to ask. She'd been expecting him to ask for Angelica to go with him, Eric or Zane or someone else from her council. But _herself_ to go on an extended mission away from Astoria and South Feyshore for who knows how long? She wanted to believe it was a genuine request. That Bradai really did just have the best intentions in mind for Mikhail. The woman closed her eyes, inhaling for a long moment before holding the breath in her chest. Technically, she'd be away, and Maith would put a presence in Astoria and South Feyshore. That wasn't something she was really comfortable with, but she _did_ trust her staff to manage on her behalf. They had when she was in Wingsway, they could do so again with the proper notice. 

And, if things really came to it, she could call upon Charity, ask her to keep an eye on the situation if she'd be willing. "I'll talk to Mikhail and see what he thinks about it. He ran away from Astoria in the middle of the night to be in your home, Maith. He may be my son by blood, but he's yours by choice. If he wants me to accompany him I will, but if he doesn't, I'll find someone I trust to go with him."
Christina
When she heard the voice of the man who was clearly speaking to her, Taireen couldn't help but take another swig, they didn't say alcohol was a form of liquid courage for no reason. Turning to the man, she placed her glass on the bar top and observed him. He was intoxicated to say the least, she knew this by the way he held himself up and the slurs in his speech. The state she wanted herself to be in. She had to think for a minute about what he said, she hadn't properly listened to him as she had been too distracted by her own thoughts. That's when it hit her. Hallucinations. A lump formed in her throat as she pushed back the tears, fearing her impending death. 

"Death." Was all she could answer before turning back to find a new drink in front of her. Thank god. It was gone within the second before turning to once again face the man beside her. Normally she would have kept this to herself, but she assumed it wouldn't harm to tell someone who was drunk about her misfortune. "I didn't get a clear image of what it was about. All I could sense out of it was snow, a cave, hundreds of bodies that had either been mutilated or had fallen to a plague. I can't remember what the last thing was though." She finished as she downed her drink, finishing it. Now, she could finally feel the alcohol taking a strong affect on her like it had hit her all at once. "How's that's for a fucking dream or whatever the fuck it was."
Rhonda
He nodded, a smile coming across his face. "Great." He looked relieved. "Vhats just... Vhats just absolutely great. And tha boy knows vhat 'e shouldn't be going alone. Trust me, if I 'ad tha opportunity to spend vhis time wiff my daugher I would... Well, I would be _fankful_, is all." He ran his hands down the front of his jacket and composed himself. "I appreciate it. You know, you've got a lot uff good people in Astoria. When I see your Duchy, I see potential. Vheres a lot uff work to be done in Souff Feyshore, but if anyone can do it, it's vhem. Mostly Shitbloods too." He nodded his head in respect, "Many fanks, _Queen_ Durkhan."
Cole
At that moment his suspicions had only been confirmed by the woman's answer. Death, a plague, mutilated bodies, all things he had seen. But why? What did this mean? Faolan was by no means a religious man, this kind of shit NEVER happened to him, but this was all kinds of weird and unexplainable. There was only one thing it could be, a warning from a powerful being, or he was developing psychic powers which he doubted. Mind you, he was still pretty drunk. "Bloody hell man, I was hoping you would say you saw a ghost or a demon dog or, hell, a fucking unicorn for fuck sake, anything but that." He spoke, reaching forward and casually grabbing her bottle, putting it to his lips to find she had finished it. He then held the opening up to his eye and sighed. "Quite the drinker aren't ya lass?" Faolan asked, placing the bottle back down. "Guess ya oughta be after what we've seen, I had the same hallucination, or shall we call it a premonition, on my way 'ere." 

Faolan then leaned back in his stool only to find it didn't have a back, he nearly fell out of his stool but quickly caught himself, not quite *That* Drunk, not yet anyway. "If it is a premonition I wouldn't mind finding out... So I can wait the shit out on my ship of course. Ya see lass, I don't, as the youngsters say, 'fuck with that shit'." He added, making air quotes with his fingers as he spoke the 'phrase' the youngsters supposedly say. Not that he would even know.
Edith
Kirk Pinewood awoke the next morning and left a note for the still sleeping Yohan before sneaking out of the brothel.

*Dear Yohan,

Sorry for the vomit everywhere. The prostitute came back in the night. We had a disagreement. I handled it. 

Goodbye.

-Dirk Shinewald*

Kirk didn't want his real name associated with what had transpired and hoped Yohan would take this as his true name. Then again, he wasn't sure if the man could read. Yohan was a street performer, after all.
Christina
As he spoke, she couldn't help but be amused despite the visions that had burned into her mind. Damn did she wish he was right, she would rather deal with a ghost than having to see her own death. "Drinking is the best I can do for now." She commented, her speech starting to slur but not as bad as this man. She didn't blame him for wanting to know when this 'plague' was to start, his plan was smart and she almost begged to join him out in the sea. What stopped her was her intense sea sickness she always managed to catch, the nausea was something she just couldn't handle. Her fingers drummed against the wooden surface, a habit she formed when she was nervous or distressed. If he had seen the same thing she had seen, then perhaps he had seen her dead body too. Something she doubted, otherwise he would have acted in a different manner towards her. 

"And I plan on remaining drunk enough to forget my own name until.." She brought her glass in front of her face, almost like she was admiring it. "Death do we part." Taireen couldn't help but chuckle at her own joke, though it had been a humourless one. Placing the glass back on the table, the ghostly looking woman let out a defeated sigh and held out her hand. "I'm Taireen by the way."
Cole
It was safe to say the man didn't recognize her in the slightest, surely there would be signs that he did. Instead the man just seemed out of it, likely from the booze, his arms placed sloppily on the bartop, his back hunched over a bit. Then she told her little joke, evoking the slightest smirk to his lips as he shifted his gaze back towards the woman once again. "Y'know, that would've been funny as fuck if it wasn't a possibility, as morbid as that sounds." The captain started, turning his torso a bit to face her better yet still keeping most of his weight on the bartop. 

"As fer my name... Faolan. Me mates call me Fao but I'll let ya decide that bit." Faolan offered her yet another smirk before looking towards the barkeep and lazily gesturing towards his empty akvavit bottle. Of course, the barkeep simply nodded in response, taking the bottle and moving to get him another one, while he did that he looked back towards the woman to gage her expression. "I'd ask if I could buy ya a drink but... Chances are with how drunk I plan to get some woman is gonna end up taking my money anyway. Kinda need what I have."