- When you put it that way, it doesn't sound very impressive. I'm also "needed" to keep those simpletons from having their minds blown when they take a fancy to your attractive appearance.
"Hmph, not everyone knows the word pastel."
- Vargas. There are facets of a certain wondrous harmony in our names, are there not? May I guess — perhaps you seek some treasure, or even an elixir of eternal life, lying far beyond the seven seas in a flooded cave that opens only at low tide, guarded by a giant squid? I don't particularly believe in fantastical coincidences, but imagine this — I have a comrade, also a sailor, and we just recently agreed to embark on a sea voyage. So you tell me, does fate exist? We could join forces; the boundless watery expanses have always greatly interested me, and I think my employer will agree if she's asked nicely. There's just one tiny snag, — he takes a sip of mineral water. — We've got a bit of a kindergarten squabble brewing here, and it needs to be settled first — separate the fools and collect a few heads. For the sake of these good people, — he nods toward the previously disgruntled crowd, and delivers his current take in full voice, so that they can hear. — The working folk think none of this will touch them and trouble won't come to their door, and I can understand that — one who has never seen war does not comprehend danger. But one phrase has stuck in my memory, which I happened to overhear from some provincial lord. How did it go... — he pretends to recall, though he remembers it perfectly and precisely. — Something like "impale the men on wooden pikes, and the women on meat hooks." I don't care for such a forecast, and I won't let it come to pass.
He brings the tone of the conversation back to a private, dialog-like format:
- Heh. But recruiting a crew in a bar is a good idea, and quite a classic one. Do you have any deadline for your adventure?

