Blackbeak Bluff who would like to hear the gruesome details.

The woman didn't seem unfamiliar with the ideas Penn shared, which he found interesting. He probably should've found it alarming, but he would be way less for fun me if he had. He frowned a little at her question, searching his memory. There had been a day when he was little that they'd played some game about pirates at Maia's prompting. They hadn't captured his imagination like Wraen's dragon games had, but still. He knew the term.

He just hadn't known them to be real. If this interaction was leading in that direction. "Yeah, why?" he asked, quirking a brow, "They're a pretend game. Kid stuff."