Rumsey blinked as his companions serious'd right on up at the mention of the soldier's treachery, nodding his head slowly as he glanced at the other three pirates and gave a bit of a shrug before looking back to his party.<span style="color: green">"Aye, it's right awful an' deplorable. But le's not get too carried away wit' the killin' an' the maimin'. At least not wit'out outright aggression. Af'er I seize the boat, maybe they'll jus' surrender nice an' neat. If not, by all means, slit their throats an' feed 'em ta the fishes!"</span>He flashed another wide grin as he pointed at the ship that he and his crew would be boarding in order to swing onto the deck of the Red Lion.<span style="color: green"> "Give us a minute 'r two ta get inta position, an' then make yer distraction. We'll strike jus' in time, an' then we'll 'ave dealt wit' the biggest sore in town an' secured ourselves a vessel ta' 'ead to the western 'alf o' tha land."</span><br/><br/>Extending a hand out, the other pirates circled around and placed their hands ontop and below the bard's, as he waited for the other Heroes to join in.<span style="color: green">"On tha' count o' three! One... two... three!"</span>As their hands shot upwards, the portly bard and his cohorts were scampering across the planks of the dock with gusto and grappling hooks. It was almost mildly confusing to watch such a fat scoundrel move with such speed and grace.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>