Ashen Scorn approaches the captain. "Get your crew in working order, then. Ready a boat, round up the slaves, and make sure none of them are harmed. Cooperate and fewer of you will die." She added emphasis to the last, a cruel grin coming to her lips.<br/><br/>"And I'd hate to do that to you, now wouldn't I?" Her Reaver was held aloft, its whimpering faces trying to drink the blood seeping down its face from the archer.