Dymian glared at the two, crossing his arms.<strong>"Nic, Horo, get a room or I'll cut both your bits off. We don't need to get into any trouble here."</strong>He said, a finger tapping on his arm. He turned towards Fathi and Zharia and nodded to them.<strong>"Sounds like a rather uptight place. You'll have to excuse them, Horo especially. Her kind is used to running around without anything on. Nico, however, should know to control himself better. Still, by the sounds of it, we would be better finding a less heavily taxed port to restock and resupply before going on our way."</strong><br/><br/>Assuming the port wasn't as prohibitive on alcohol as it was on sex, Dymian would order himself a pint of mead. Barring that, he would order a nice cup of ginsing tea. Once his drink arrived, he turned back towards the two.<strong>"So, any reason those bandits were after you?"</strong>he said to Zharia,<strong>"besides the hope of trying to molest such a beautiful lady of course."</strong>