Fathi drummed his fingertips on the table while sipping on his ale. "The prospect does sound interesting, I hold no particular loyalty to this port or country. My only concern is the safety and well being of Lady Zharia." Placing his drink on the table he looked over the group with both curiosity and suspicion. "To be fair though, why so receptive to new passengers, neither of us are the type to work a boat or bring any particularly useful skills to the voyage. On top of that how do you know we are trust worthy? We could just be con men trying to get in your good graces to rob you of your ship and cargo."<br/><br/>A loud crack of thunder broke out overhead, interrupting the conversation as the rain pounding on the walls of the feast hall grew more intense. It was obvious the storm was raging violent outside as you hear the sheets of rain slam up against the windows of the building.