Blacktail Deer Plateau At least for a week

He answered quickly, dispassionately.

Nobody, everybody. Its hard to say what directs them - but whoever has the biggest will, I guess. It was an apt way to put it, although even then it wasn't entirely true. He had not spent enough time with the miscreants to fully comprehend their structure or culture, if one could call piracy a culture. But he was glad to be home - so when Nieve queried him on that, he couldn't help but scoff.

It was fun for a little bit, but nothin' beats home. That was the truth; there was something beneath the surface of his words though, a flickering shadow to his expression, which he could not stop from drifting over him. Reyes ran his mouth a little to compensate: Go anywhere, do anything, there's a lot of freedom in it. I could'a left at any time and nobody would've cared. But he had stayed for weeks, relishing in that freedom for as long as he could bear it. But with everyone bashin' heads all the time it feels a little pointless.

He shrugs, goes quiet - content with his storytelling even if it is limited - and yet the darkness lingers.