"Ach, that's a good lass. Own what ye are, I say. Sounds like ye owe our Admiral a debt, same as I. 'e rescued me and me kin from slavery - goblins, even. Saved our lives, no doubt."<br/><br/>He'd finished cleaning most of the grit out from under the fingernails of one hand. With a grunt he propped his boots up on the edge of the huge table, pondering starting on his toenails next. The bounds of propriety were half-remembered fables to the uncouth dwarf. Months aboard the ship hadn't tempered him much.<br/><br/>"That reminds me of a joke. They have jokes where you two are from? Here it is:<em>What does the Admiral have that's long and hard and full of seamen?</em>Go 'on, give 'er a guess."