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While awaiting the girls reply, Caim, looking the roughest for wear of each warrior at the table. How heavily did the nights losses weighed on the knight? Osefi wondered, or if it was perhaps some deeper pain hidden away? Evident now only in the bruised looking circles under his eyes and the deep creases which lined his mouth.

Still it was plain that his mind had not sagged with little sleep or other worries. There was the faintest air of apprehension directed towards their new companion Highwind. It wasn't hard to understand why one would be, especially as an honorable knight of the human order. The man was a pirate, that much was clear as the nose on his face, and he moved so seamlessly through obstacles it was easy to imagine a scary cunning mind hidden behind a friendly front. It was no surprise to the orc when Caim leaned to his ear.

"Did you hear that? Do you suppose he's some kind of slaver?" It was barely loud enough for Osefi to hear, he wasn't concerned of Highwind overhearing. Still it was something to consider. Beneath a sweat matted dred a single eyebrow cocked in the direction of the pirate. Dark eyes fell back to the desert girl, she didn't seem malnourished or parched of thirst. Quite the opposite. Though as Osefi knew, Al Mayin were known for their vigor and endurance.

Casually the orc leaned in, whispering a single word to the knight. "Ask."