<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Izhoa.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Clive Hardwich. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6414895#msg6414895)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - The Blue Iguana.<br/><strong>Languages:</strong>English.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> John, Santeri, Govard (indirectly).</div>Perhaps he had developed something of a sixth sense as to when the ship's Captain was nearby, but the instant the loud bang of the door opening followed by the thud of a body hitting floor reached his ears, Clive knew who it was. He sighed quietly to himself, subtly adjusting his posture to jut his hip slightly to one side, flicking long hair over his shoulders to ensure it hung down his back. Small efforts, but they often made a difference with the drunken pirate.<br/><br/>He didn't turn to address Govard however as another figure stepped up swiftly to his current companion, and Clive tilted his head slightly at the aggressive greeting from the slave's Master. He quite enjoyed Santeri's company; often they spoke of various restraints and methods on how to cause pain, but the insistence of keeping one so rebellious and potentially dangerous as John was beyond him. "No offence was caused." He stated quietly, shaking his head. "And I will not miss a silver... Though I will again point out that he is far too twitchy. It irritates me." He didn't bother to add how the Master should keep better track of his belongings; it was a loosing battle to reason anything as he had found out.<br/><br/>"Why you don't simply lock him in the brig, I don't comprehend..." He added, a hand resting against his pocket where the keys resided. "I would ensure he remained in there... But it is not my place to insist such things."<br/><br/>Truly, Clive preferred his (not technically, of course) brig to be reserved for true prisoners, and the slim chance that John would escape and then be in his personal space was... Unpleasant. He frowned deeply and shook his head to avoid thinking of what the slave would do to his children; Lord help the man if he touched them.<br/><br/>"Ehem. Barkeep." He cleared his throat and spoke loudly enough to attract attention, but still somehow quietly regardless, passing another silver to the man. "When he-" he gestured towards Govard "-is empty, refill and try to usher him towards a table..." Clive paused, glancing for the first time over his shoulder to sigh at the Captain. "His woman worries for his continued safety if he continues to battle the ground; inform him."