"Oho! Quite the welcome party!  You lot aren't the friendly sort,  very much unlike my current specimen.  Hmmm, I suppose you'll calm down if I offer you this?"  Valspan was unphased by the threat of steel,  he himself was as tough as the metal, and much more wiley.  He'd taken a cannon ball not too long ago,  a passing ship shooting at him as he was searching the shore.  It hurt, of course,  but that was all.<br/><br/>His mouth,  at the top of his body opened up and his vines reached in to retrieve the now very sticky Wiska.  His glass like deep black eyes surveyed the surrounding seafarers as she was slowly lowered to the ground.<br/><br/>"I am Valspan of the Tickling Roots. Do you have any other females amongst your group?  I'm on a quest and it would be quite marvellous if you'd all let me give you a taste."  He advanced without fear,  his vines snaking out across the ground towards any nearby female members of the pirate crew.  He could smell a number more in the air,  some interesting ones he hadn't tasted before too.  He was pretty slow though,  so anyone walking at a normal pace could stay ahead of him.  Even should someone slash at the offending vines,  they'd feel as if they had struck another sword,  the vines bending and absorbing the impact without even showing a scratch.