The name that was given didn't ring any bells but as a tankard of butter beer was delivered to the table by a serving lad, Kit-Kat willingly raised his glass in a mirror of Rad's motion. He was just taking a sip of the delicious, butterscotch flavored drink when wanted posters were lifted into the conversation and as he set his mug down and swallowed his mouthful, Kit-Kat practically preened with a smug grin on his face.<br/><br/>"Have I?" he asked with a coy shrug, looking away nonchalantly to take another drink. "I haven't checked in a while what amount they want me for."<br/><br/>Lies. He knew what price was on his head because the last port he'd been at just a few days ago had freshly inked posters with his very characteristic mug plastered on them. It was to the tune of 950g. which was right up there with other notorious candy pirates in the 1,000 gold club. A man could buy a good ton of Hershey's with that shiny. Even as Rad was brushing it off and moving on, Kit-Kat was casting a look around the tavern that was an equal mix of pompous and paranoid.<br/><br/>As his old crew was brought up, his poker face faltered a bit, an obvious sour taste in his mouth with the way his grin grew stale. It was a very fresh wound, one he tried to say he was moving past, but it really had been terrible the way those lily-livered assholes had done him dirty. He'd come back to civilization without so much as a ship to captain and had to start from scratch. ...Again.<br/><br/>"And here I haven't even pitched the job to you yet," Captain Kit-Kat purred smoothly, taking another gulp from his tankard, butter beer droplets glistening in his skunk-striped beard. Giving Rad a solid look for a moment, he finally lifted his hand, motioning at the barkeep with two fingers, sitting back in his seat with a relaxed, drawn out sigh.<br/><br/>"Alright, so, if you know I don't have a crew anymore, then you must have heard why," he started, pulling a case of spiced cigarettes from his vest and lighting one up for himself. As the air around the table became engulfed in cinnamon scented smoke, thick and pungent, Kit offered the cigarette case for Rad if he wished to take one. "Apparently, I'm crazy. A real legend chaser. Before we get into what it is I'm looking for, because you're right, I<i>do</i>need a hearty, fearless, ballsy crew to go with me on my new ship, how about you tell me what it is you've heard and why you'd wanna sign up with me."<br/><br/>As the same serving lad set the two fresh tankards of butter beer onto the table, sweet, bubbly beer frothing creamy on the top and dribbling down the mug sides just a little bit, Kit-Kat fished into his leather vest pocket again and set a few coppers down for the server to have. "Not to sound paranoid, but when you start the conversation commending me on my wanted posters and duplicitous crew, I kind of wonder what a guy like you gets out of offering your services to me. As per the recent vacating of those positions...I'm not as desperate as to not put a little thought into who I hire next. Creme forbid I end up stranded again."