Quintus laughed again at his comrade's words about the wench, knowing they were probably right. "Perhaps... If the night is cold I will take her to warm my bed..." he suggested as the Bachoi came in sight. he listend to the other's man's words and he nodded on some points.<br/><br/>"I do not doubt the woman's ability to fight, I have seen these amozonian wenches tear a man in half. It is her loyalties. She has betrayed her own people for what? To be placed in a position of power? I fear it wouldn't take much for her to turn against us... We should keep an eye on her... She's not to be trusted..." he said as the woman in question came into view waving at them.<br/><br/>"Azriel is a fool to trust her..." he said keeping his voice low. On more than one occasion his words have gotten him in much trouble.<br/><br/>He climed the gang plank ahead of the other man and he unceremoniously dumped the blond girl onto the deck... "Is the Bachoi ready to sail...?" he asked aloud to whomever would listen, be it Masina or the ship's captain...