And thus it was that two women, not one, descended from the knorr. A man with hairy, burly arms and a facescar reached for Felice's ass, but his hand suddenly stopped.<br/>He had seen Ezra's eyes<em>change.</em>And he had decided, with the experience the scar could attest of, that it's best not to tempt fate when you can avoid it.<br/>At the same time, a young Korantian with an eagle-like protrusion on his face (one his countrymen considered a nose) proved himself less aware, or maybe more desperate for gains, by grabbing their modest luggages and carrying them off.<br/><strong>"Salitakis shall carry those for you, fair ladies!",</strong>he announced proudly.<strong>"Salitakis shall direct you, too, should you require him to speak! All for a small fee, no?"</strong><br/>Judging by the speed he said that with, it's probably harder to prevent Salitakis from speaking. And judging by the total lack of accent in his voice, he can probably speak as well as anyone, and is picking the third person when speaking about himself as a conscious choice, and not because of lack of mastery with the language.