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“Do you know who I am stranger or are you a random passerby lookin’ for a crew?”, the eye patch fellow asked. Kristopher raised his eyebrow as the man silently pulled a gun out of his pocket. "Aye, so you are people of the sea, eh?" He took a slight step closer when the woman came over to him suddenly and patted him down, pulling his dagger out of his boot. As she found his sword in the sheath, he said, "Oy, don't ya' think you should at least take me out to dinner, first?" He chuckled as she laid his short sword on the ground, then stood a few feet away from him. Kristopher shrugged his shoulders lightly, saying, "I don't want no trouble wit' you. But from what I've 'eard, I don't think it would be a problem for me to join you. I don't have a particular reason, sir, but I also don' have any reason not too-- 'less you say no of course... And which I'll be on my merrily way."