Danni was confused. They had been set to sail for several minutes now, but hadn't even moved an inch. If anything, they had moved backwards. All he wanted was to leave, but apparently the people he had chosen to companion himself with were too important for the city to let go.  It seemed to revolve much around the shackled woman, who seemed familiar to Danni, though he knew it was impossible for them to have met before. He had been ordered to remove the implements, which had been removed by someone else before he could respond, and now they were returned. He could always try a second time.<br/>Turning his face to the events unfolding, he noted that the person currently holding the woman captive was an inquisitor. Once, he might have felt a sort of bond of duty towards he woman, who was quite beautiful to behold, but now he was a free man, who could do whatever he pleased.<br/>"We're trying to leave," he said cattily, popping his head up from the deck, "could you please leave us alone? It would be mighty appreciated." For the first time today he felt the need to raise his weapon. Reaching behind him he grabbed a fine wooden bow, which was carved with intricate designs of trees and fauna. Reaching back into his quiver with alarming speed, Danni let four of his true-shooting arrows fly: one for each soldier, one for the inquisitor, and one to break the bonds of the half-elf woman, as long as she didn't jump in fear. The unpredictability of people annoyed him. Being a master of the art himself, it was vexing to be on the receiving end.<br/>Not bothering to see if his arrows had met their mark, he ducked under the boat's side, sitting down and resting his back on the hull. He let out a reedy whistle, a song he remembered from the mines. They would sing it to keep their spirits up, as little as it helped. In some morbid way that place was his childhood home.<br/>Danni rolled his head to the side in a motion to stretch his neck. He paused, his head crooked in an unusual position, as he noticed a man sitting somewhat beside him, in the rigging. "Hello," he grinned, "what's all this Red Leopard talk, anyway?" From the man's sour face, Danni guessed he would receive a curt reply, but he didn't care, and if he could gain any information at all it would be incredibly useful. Whatever it was, it sounded awfully adventurous.