Stavanger Bay Mr.Boombastic

Smokestep’s ears perked at the word of their lengthy friendship. The Captain seemed relatively pleased that Engel would have known Awinita from before he had set his name down for the crew. At the second half of his question, the red wolf seemed to grow a bit awkward and it made the pirate squint his eyes sharply on his joyous companion. “Yer not very convincin’,” he remarked with a half-hearted smile. “She not yer type?” he then prodded further, this time only hoping to get a rise out of Engel instead of having to putter through more awkward responses to his invasive questions. Truth be told, Smokestep was thoroughly enjoying himself, and he was eager to hear what his aspiring lookout would have to say about the pale female then.