His father was sick??? It can't be... That, right? Something less fatal, yeah. It had to be! His internal head was panicking- wait, why was he worrying about that asshole? Maybe it's just because... Nevermind. He'd slightly look a bit concerned in his face, then would look away to not show it. Then the others would start to object.<br/><br/>He'd start to tell them not to get violent, but not even a word could come out of his mouth as the guards, and anyone else was enveloped in mud, that was made in a brick like substance. He'd look away, looking at one of the pillars, clenching his fist. "Wiska..." He said, glaring heavily. He did not give a SINGLE SHIT right now. "Undo this, NOW." He'd say bluntly. He didn't want to punch the thing, as he could easily break the damn thing into two with his strength, but it might also sever the men into two depending on how he breaks the pillars. "Here, before anyone makes ANOTHER mistake, not pointing out any damn names or trying to offend anyone, WIN WAR BY THE VOICE, NOT THE FIST!!" he'd yell.<br/><br/>He'd look to Wiska, crossing his arms. "Do not raise some   'hell', I would rather try to keep it where my father could at least try and trust you, that, and the people probably think we're crazy savages with the moment back in the market. I know damn well just because most of you are pirates, you know how to be sophisticated and know when to restrict yourselves. Damn it all..." He'd say, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Now I have to figure out how to make YOU seem less violent love." He said to Wiska, then would groan. "Take notes everyone, hold your tongue when necessary, and hold your fists from flying almost all the time." He said, crossing arms once again. "To answer that question for you Wiska, yes they did, but we can easily rebuild the ship, and make it better. Supplies can be provided, unless we screw this up." He said.<br/><br/>"Sin, Wiska will have to come with me. I'm going to have to tell the guards that I need her on close watch to prevent her from doing anything to stupid... While the men are in brick however, sense their ears are full of mud, I recommend hiding a sort of lock pick just in case you NEED to escape. Provided that I can't get my father to let you and the others eat with us at the welcoming banquet, I assume it would be called?" He'd say, tapping his chin. "Otherwise, if they're really not taking you towards the springs, prepare for a cell. They WILL derobe you, but provided you can hide some of your belongings in... More secluded areas on yourself, then I'd recommend that. Just do not get into violence, and go along with it for as long as it can last. I will send word from Corabis to get you for the banquet, or to alert you to escape. If I'm all clear, say so." He'd say.<br/><br/>"Now, if we're all clear, Wiska, undo the pillars. Your coming with me, no matter what the guards say." He said, grumbling. She'd be a fun handful. Though... They could maybe have a bit of fun in the tub. Maybe not in her stomach kind of fun, as he'd be releasing his prey like desires towards the public, which have somehow stayed hidden, but the normal kind of fun. Oh well, we'll see. He'd keep his eyes on Wiska, then lightening up. "Please?" He'd say, smiling slightly.