His theory was correct. Marcellus listened in to the conversation, as an information dealer tends to; like he had suspected, Danni had been in the mines. Things were just getting more and more interesting. Of course, there was reason for caution. There was no telling how the nymph had interpreted his possession of the guard uniform, and the last time someone had tried to stab Marcellus in the dead of night he had to kill thirteen slavers, four guards and a governor, and he was slowly becoming somewhat fond of this little band. Marcellus decided to continue to eavesdrop for now; he leaned against the mast, eyes closed and his up. May as well rest a bit.