Lion Head Mesa (ap) Snapped fingers break hypnosis

Reyes had no idea what this man was on about. He did not see a god, or a son of a god, or anything beyond a predatory man standing before him. A pompous creature who believed himself above reproach, even on his wedding day.

Another crowing of laughter came from Reyes when the man's words hit his ears. I mean no disrespect, cap'n. Slipping easily in to the pirate's brogue.

That was a lie, and a poor one, but at least Reyes was making an effort to redeem himself even a smidge. His eyes finally averted; he did not like the feeling of those dark ocean blues upon himself, and liked it even less when he saw that others were watching their exchange.

Aye! Wotcha! Jus' two scallywags gettin' t' know one another! He paced, turning a bit too far as he addressed those watching him, and the resulting hush and shuffle of feet spoke volumes. But soon enough the party continued on as if nothing had happened.

Reyes ambled around the young pharaoh as he searched for another coyote, as they were the ones carrying the meat, the berries, and the aged chunks of agave. He could not see any, as they seemed to have dispersed.

Come now, 'ave rum wit' me. As a deckhand o' the Brecheliant crew, let me be a friend. But where the hell had all the rum gone? Reyes thought he spied a coyote off to one side, carrying something edible, but they were a ways apart from the pair, following a branching hallway.