<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.</div>Goodness it was noisy. Clive was used to a certain type of loudness, that is, either his own or someone else's screams, but they were rather pleasant to hear. The idiotic prattle of the drunk and the stupid was hardly nice background noise, but he had the talent to simply drown it out; Govard spent far too much time in taverns after all, Clive had to cope somehow. He thought briefly about getting a drink, but swiftly refused the idea; he doubted the barman had any concept of proper cleanliness after all...<br/><br/>He looked again towards the door as it opened, eyes drawn to the collar fastened about the young man's throat and he swiftly recognised his fellow crewmember. The word being used loosely; he wasn't sure what John did on the ship other than spread his legs, but it wasn't for him to judge; he did quite a bit of that himself afterall. Clive didn't even think to wonder how he'd escaped, it happened so often... He was sure that he could keep the slave firmly affixed, but it wasn't his position to do so. He did wish people would keep better track of their things however.<br/><br/>The dark haired man only turned back to John when the collared slave began to walk purposefully towards him, the only change in his expression being the slight lifting of an eyebrow. Too twitchy. He didn't like twitchy people... They always seemed to have something to hide...<br/><br/>"I believe you should be in chains..." Clive's voice was very quiet and soft; he rarely used it unless necessary, and for Govard's sake he tried to make his tones more feminine. God-knows the Captain could get into terrible moods when he wasn't happy.