Watching the burning ship, Scorn wondered exactly who she had found herself allying with. Whoever they were, and what trouble they brought, the immediate need of an alliance with them was apparent; or, at the least, negotiations that would bring a satisfactory agreement between them. They were enemies of Cynis, so they could at least come to terms on that point. Others, well..<br/><br/>"I didn't." She grinned lightly at the 'Witch' and took her hand, shaking it. "I'm known around these waters as the Reaver of Stained Hands. Feel free to call me what you like," she added, with a very genuine air of indifference. Names meant little, in the end, for one such as her.