"Flyin' in a ship feels great the first few times, when you're new to it," Yasha muses. "After a year or so, it's just background noise the way there's always a faint breeze from the direction you're heading, the deck kinda rumbling like a quieter hungry stomach, occasional turbulence bouncin' you around a bit. Really weird until you get used to them, and once you do-" The squirrel stamps her foot. "Solid ground feels weird. Anyway, the only reason a pirate don't have to fight other tribes is because most pirate ships sail for themselves 'lone and most are just as happy to attack another pirate ship as anyone else if the odds are in their favor. Every ship you see means a possible fight, and if you don't see a ship y' start looking down for merchants. The empire didn't much like us either, but they had other things to worry about- still, you didn't want to get too close to a fort, or they'd swarm out of it like angry wasps. And even when you win and you go back home, you've got so much money on ya that everyone and their sister is going to try to rob you blind whaile you're away from the ship."<br/><br/>Yasha scratches the back of her neck. "All that considered, nah, I'm mostly retired. Maybe in a few years I'd like to go back to sailin', but for now I'm just as happy to be a whatever-the-fuck-we-are now. Rules, nobles, ladies of leisure-" the squirrel shrugs. "But in time, onece all this stuff is handled well, might be fun to try to find another ship and go see the world and see what we can plunder with it. You never know." Trailing behind Arcea, she winces at the impact of a tail on her butt- her own tail was far too fluffy to deliver much in the way of friendly pats. "I 'ppreciate you not putting it as 'once you're in good with the Cal'Drua' given the number of jokes that'd leave you open to to the effect of "once you're in the Cal'Drua', she drawls, grinning. "Good to know that the hospitability's pretty good.<br/><br/>Allowing Arcea to head into the taven first, she saunters in behind her. Ruling wasn't very unfamiliar, but taverns were practically home turf. With a quick look around, she sized it up as just one of a number of similar places she'd been in before, and the barkeep, the entertainment, the atmosphere, it was all one of a kind. She eyeballs the crystals curiously, those being the only thing out of place. On being greeted by the bartender, she grins and eyes the man up and down. "Nope! A pirate. Disabled a lotta merchants though so I'll give ya a pass for being close enough to not take offense. You're right on about the new royalty though, it's all of us." She waggles her tail up and down. "Plundering," Yasha says, having no fear of that word, "Is pract'cally my middle name. I'm always happy to meet new people, too, and a good stiff drink'd be welcome after our trip. Make it happen, mister Cross."