“I politely decline, yer’ Grace. Dees’ men came to ye’ for work, and they’ll stay, to do da’ work that ye’ themselves laid out before yem’.” Baldur said, turning and beckoning the crew to follow him. Maerok shot an annoyed look at Baldur. He stepped forward, to deal with the captain himself, but Raevyn stopped him. “Captain, do you recall my command as a question? Because I do NOT recall leaving any room for argument. One way, you can defy me, loose your men, and find yourself on the cross. The other way, you politely cooperate, loose your men, and keep your life. I’d really hate to see you go now, seeing as we’ve been shipmates for far too long. Which shall it be, captain?” Raevyn said, putting power and strength behind her words. Baldur whirled around again, this time drawing his sword. “Milady, I believe ye’ve overstepped your power! This is a rough man ya’ got here, and rough men do as they please. I wouldn’t care now or ever when I killed ya’, but mark me’ words, Lady Thorne, ya’ got more than one enemy with a sword pointed at ya’.” Baldur said, announcing a threat. Maerok put his hand on his sword-hilt, preparing to draw it and strike the captain down. “Captain Baldur, you stand accused of the harassment and assault of a noblewoman and an ally of the queen and Crownbearer Kathryn Sommyr. By order of her majesty, the sovereign of all…” Said Maerok, who was cut off when Raevyn raised her hand, silencing him for good. “No, milord! This man is a traitor to my house and name, mine alone! I will deal with this traitor personally, like I always have!” Raevyn shouted, drawing Thorn from its scabbard, ignoring the captain’s warning.