Mariula stood silent, until the flame duck left, letting the elaborate pattern of her inner essence fuel her reason while on her face irritation gradually overthrew calmness. When the flame duck left, she moved a step towards Bradeton and hissed in his face "I am not here to listen your theatrics, minstrel! Those who dance on the battlefield and tell fairy tales at a war council seldom live long. You will be remembered though - should something unfortunate happen to you on your next performance, I will personally preserve your eloquent tongue in salt!"<br/><br/>That said, she returned near the map and placed her index finger on their current location. "There is some truth in his words, but he could have spared us the pathos. If he can be that persuasive in his letters, as he is in his words, he might be able to sell the slaves for something useful instead. What will happen when Cynis discover, and they will discover, that he had sold their stolen slaves is another problem... Cynis Mond, if he is indeed in the region is a dangerous enemy..." Indeed the sea witch was not afraid from him, but she wasn't looking forward to meet him either. Or any of his relatives, unless she was able to choose the time and place.<br/><br/>"We don't know how many slaves are there and you can't sneak and snatch twenty people.  In the sea we will have the advantage of wind, mist, flight, and the number of slaves will not matter at all. I can cripple and ignite their ships, but then you need to be fast."<br/><br/><br/><br/>***<br/>Edited: 2nd pressence excellence with temperance bonus used to block the attack, as coordinated with the ST. Sorry, that I missed that yesterday.<br/>