Gilded Bay a place in the sun

Hehe! I'm flattered~

Goldhawk sat up straight as he listened, standing to attention, brow furrowed with indignation that his one-day home had been attacked and — even worse — he hadn't been onboard to bat away the flies. As for the friend nonsense, his golden muzzle twitched proudly. A friend is a friend, and I won't cheapen that fact by letting some loopy-furred interrogator question it, wot. Be a good sport and take my word for it — I'd have been out there swashbuckin' with the rest of you if old Donnelaith had room for a passing soldier with oh so much love to give, he concluded dramatically.