Roland rolled his eyes and returned his attention to his brew. Damn did he feel old now. It was as if Makoto wasn't old or experienced enough to make the difference between caution and cowardice. Luckily Ameiko came in between before Roland lost his temperament at the younger man. He couldn't help but snicker a little as she pulled him by the ear into the corner as he fell in line behind Sayla. Gods were this girl never going to grow in height? He kept a glance at her while Ameiko told them what he already knew but apparently the two others needed reminding of. But truth be told they were probably only interested in the ship either way.<br/><br/>"<strong>Ameiko's right. I'll send a letter to the Mayor first thing in the morning about it and collect Old Beaver for questioning with the other guards. After that I am sure the bounties will rise on its own.</strong>" He gave Ameiko a lopsided grin before he turned back towards the rest of the tavern, only to be half-assaulted by a spirits-stinking Old Beaver at the first opportunity.<br/><br/>"<strong>I hope you are both joking? This ship was rattling with bones rising, correct? Which means there are undead in it, not to mention the goblins prowling about. Let the battle-clerics clear that wreck...</strong>" He frowned and once more threw a glance to Sayla. Please let her have more common sense than these two half-wits. He knew damn well that if they left for that ship he would be dragged along, more out of a sense of loyalty to his<em>family</em>than the hunger for adventure... even if the latter was there as well. "<strong>Sayla, please tell me you are not considering to follow this old fool to his doom?</strong>"