Talion was glad that Zavros and Kisara were willing to be reasonable.  The other girl was too, grudgingly, after a moment.  The last thing any of them needed right now was fighting each other.  He was sure that they weren't out of trouble yet.  The Drowned Queen had gotten away and that meant she could come back with more ghost servants and undead abominations at any point.  Even if she couldn't, and he hoped she couldn't, it was smart to assume that she could and prepare accordingly.<br/><br/>Still.  He couldn't help but grin as the petite, pretty fighter quietly admitted she wouldn't mind him holding her up while she tended the wounded.  "I'm eager for the experience," he answered her, offering a hand to help her up.<br/><br/>The cheers and the celebration of the throng was pleasing to hear, no doubt.  He'd love to preen and soak it in but he simply helped Mouse up and nodded when Zavros introduced himself.  "Thanks for reminding us about manners, Zavros.  I'm Talion."  He would have said more but then he heard something...fighting?  A struggle, at least, over there.  "Now what?  Hold that thought of holding you, pretty lady," he said to Hungry Mouse with a wink.<br/><br/>Then he headed towards the noise, which was where he'd left his boat.  Was the old smuggler in trouble?  He broke into a run, intent on getting there to save the man if he could.