The Sentinels rot until the weeds are grown

He couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow as she spoke. He remembered the strange man had said he had come to reclaim his father's territory, and so was curious why he had apparently left. A falling out? A summons back to whatever crew he originally hailed from? He assumed by her words that this meant the auburn-furred woman was the leader now, and Redshank couldn't help but perk up a little, intrigue piqued. Living by the sea was not something he could have ever imagined, but he truly had nowhere else to go. No friends. No family. The fact that the pale knave was seemingly no longer around was a bit of a bonus, as well.

"He tried," Redshank said offhandedly. Not a complete lie, as the corsair had extended an offer for the boy to visit the bay. Not that he had taken him up on it, however, as he had been shaken by the whole ordeal, really. But now...

"I thought he was a feral," he admitted with a shrug before the smallest flicker of a smile flashed across his features and he added, "but I guess I must've impressed 'im."