Wrinkling his nose at her he returned his attention to his stein of brew. There was only one way she would be able to fell him to the ground and it wouldn't be proper to make that implication in a public area and to a girl barely old enough to hold her drink down. Not that he would have minded that. There were just some things that a watchman could not say to a citizen of his town.<br/><br/>"<strong>If I have to choose between being bored or being goblin chow it's a pretty clear choice, don't you think? But I know from that look in your eye that you have already made up your mind...</strong>" He finished his first drink with a heavy sigh. Gods preserve his soul and patience. "<strong>Fine. If you are going there <em>I'm</em> going there. And you damn knew I would too Sayla. Gods know I don't want to add your names to the mortuary book by the end of the month. At least tell me that you people have more of a plan than <em>go to ship, loot ship</em>?</strong>"