"Sometimes wi' gods....it's better if they don't notice you at all." said Balam thoughtfully, chewing on a piece of qat. "And it's not me, you understand, right? I'd be happy to let you off the ship n' never see you again, no offence. I've been listening to what the people have been sayin' happened back there, and even if I don't believe Immaculate fairy tales...enough people do I'd rather not get known as a friend of folk like you. Besides, give it another day, half the crew would be following you, based 'n what happened back there.<br/><br/>"It's the captain, you see. I didn't get a fair price out of you, she'd throw me overboard once she's walking again. So once you set us down, we'll take that other boat off your hands and if we run into those folk on the warship that might'a been looking for you, we'll say we didn't have a clue who she was. How's that sound?"<br/><br/>He nodded to the other ship, the one that Mouse and Zavros had arrived in, currently being operated by a couple of the captives with sailing experience.