Neverwinter Forest said he was a sailing man

Catamaran couldn't tell what Luhtar's hang-ups were, exactly, or if he was only still trying to file away all his thoughts on the matter. The points he did bring up, however, were almost sad and almost humorous to the bounty hunter. His irritation was slowly returning, he thought, until he named the emotion indignation instead.

Was he asking if he would be loyal to Forneskja? Because, somehow, he believed that Forneskja had been more loyal to him? Catamaran began walking again, very slowly, as he turned this idea over in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more he had to say on the matter. But, in the end, he knew there was very little discussion to be had.

"Not even you asked my name," he pointed out, recalling the way the man had attempted to move on, flicking his tail nearly in Catamaran's face. Catamaran had asked for his, and then merely provided his own as a courtesy, still unasked for. "I know my own. That's had to be enough."

He was finished with the conversation. Luhtar struck him as terribly naive at times, and then simply careless and spoilt at others. One he could find compassion for, but the other he could not abide by.

Catamaran slunk off without further comment, his head still low in automatic deference. He had no status here, he believed; to Solharr he was a tool, and to Luhtar, he was still a no one and a nothing sort of creature. Because he lacked lineage? Because he needed his loyalty to be tangibly worthwhile? Catamaran didn't know, and could relate to the man just about as little as Luhtar could relate to him.

But he felt slighted. Both by the situation with Kinusi, which he had tried to forgive, and by the conversation he was still picking apart. It would be some time before he willingly sought the man out again.