Ghost Lion Crag And the rain

The green-eyed Wraen was polite, and he appreciated as much. Her fine form allowed him a chance to get a better idea of where he and Sandpiper were intended to be. Her companionship did not bother him, and so when her inquiry about traveling together had come up, the pallid brute nodded his head a bit and cast her another crooked smile that crinkled the side of his face into a comical expression. Of course, he knew that his sister would not enjoy such an addition to their temporary crew, but she would have to deal with it. Alliances were better to start an empire on, and Smokestep knew that he could not raise his crew with enemies at their backs from the very start.

“Aye, lass – o' course ye can travel with us,” he assured her swiftly. “Me sister Sandpiper is a bit prickly though,” the pirate then warned with a flashing wink of his silver optic. “Ye best just treat her like a nasty lil' sea urchin and ye'll be fine.” It was all the warning that he could afford the woman, but he figured that it would be enough to give her a rough idea as to the type of companionship she was about to find herself in.

Casting his muzzle back a ways to where his sister probably was, the pallid brute then motioned with his skull in the direction they would go. “Ye ready, then?”