"Ach!" Rothgar interrupted the young sailor before she could leave. "If we're ta be kept waitin', it could be done with something more than water, dinna ya think? I'm sure up here ye wash the decks with better than we're served down below on holidays. If it's a hanging or a promotion, either one calls fer a spot of something. We're not plants, ya know."<br/><br/>He turned to the half-elven woman. She'd be reckoned a looker among her kind, he thought, though like as not she'd break in half with a proper dwarven partner. "I never met no one worth knowing who wasn't called a criminal by someone else at least once. If the Admiral brought ye on, then yer past's no mark against ye. I'll call ye Red if ye'll have it, and Rothgar'll work fine for me." He nodded toward the human woman. "That goes fer both of ye."<br/><br/>