<div class="floatleft">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/SanteriAaltonen-1.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Santeri Aaltonen (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6423550#msg6423550)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Finnish<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> John, Clive. (Govad, Ta'er - indirectly)</div><br/>Santeri had managed to get a good haul in their last raid, a couple of fit, young men and an obviously virginal woman; taken from their happy lives, freedom stripped completely. He knew of buyers in almost every port they had ever landed in, and even when he didn’t know them, they were easy to find, if one looked in the right places. He had gotten a good price for the males, and an even better one for the woman. He was content to wander the darkening streets with his money, well aware that most who would consider him a target would underestimate him, a costly mistake to make.<br/><br/>He didn’t even bother wondering if John would be where he had been left. He had become monumentally better with restraints since he’d met the strange man, but it still seemed there was nothing he could do to keep him in one place if he didn’t want to be there. It was good practice, however, and more than a little amusing, so he continued his attempts. He figured the most likely place to find him was the tavern he had seen near the docks. It was likely where everyone else was headed, in any case.<br/><br/>He paused outside, doing a mental check on his coin and equipment, making sure it was all present and where it was supposed to be, before heading inside. A quick scan easily revealed his slave, along with Clive, who appeared to be buying him a drink. He allowed a quick roll of his eyes, glad that, at least, the man hadn’t gotten himself in too much trouble in order to get it. There would be hell to pay if he pissed off the wrong people.<br/><br/>Santeri went in, moving up to his slave and reaching to grip his hair, holding it tightly and pulling it back. He was well aware this sort of punishment had no effect, or at least, not the intended one; but still, it was good to make an attempt, especially when in company. He had long since given up the idea of being annoyed with the man, and now mostly found it amusing. Perhaps if he got himself in trouble more often, that would be different, but he did at least come back in one piece at the end of the night.<br/><br/>“And how were you intending to pay him back, John?” He gripped the hair a little tighter, before releasing him and glancing over at Clive. He was one of the few not completely weirded out by the man, in fact, he kind of liked it. The whole creepy thing was part of the reason he kept John around, after all. He was aware that Clive didn’t particularly approve of how John acted, but he had given up trying, it was more like punishing himself than John, after all. He wondered, sometimes, if perhaps Clive could do a better job, but he also didn’t really want to find out. He liked John how he was, he would be boring if he behaved.<br/><br/>“I apologize if he’s been a nuisance.” At least John had the sense not to trouble their captain. No doubt if the slave got on Govad’s bad side, he wouldn’t be around much longer, and at best, Santeri would have to find a new ship. And speaking of the devil, the man seemed to be in here as well, along with a number of others from the crew. Ta’er always caught the eye quickly; his features had more than once inspired thoughts of how much coin he could get for him. Such thoughts were easily pushed away, however, when he remembered the boy’s skill with knives, his speed, and his brother. It was not worth the effort of even considering it.