“Milady, the lookout has spotted land, and we shall dock at the Dragonport soon. The queen Kathryn will be expecting you. And… well, seeing as we’ve been acquaintances for so long, the crew wanted to give you something. A token of thanks, if you will.” He spoke through his noisy chewing, his powerful and gruff northern accent conveying just how much strength he really had. In truth, Raevyn was touched by the gesture of kindness. The northerners took debts very seriously, she had heard. Unless, they were just trying to win her over. Maybe she had been harsh on the captain, Baldur, with the crucifixion threats and all that. Whatever the gift was for, she was ever willing to accept it, seeing as she was a lady and it would be rude to turn it down. She would offer a gift of her own, later. “I’m anxious to see what this… what this token of thanks is, of course. You may proceed.” She said, curtsying. “Come, then, if you’re really interested. The rest of the crew is gathered in the hold. Except, the captain, of course. You know how he is.” Frey said, finishing off the last bits of the fish, throwing the inedible parts into the sea. Not surprising, Raevyn thought. The old grouch wasn’t one for talk, and rarely ever left his quarters. The first time she had seen him was with Alysanne, when she was just leaving the west and the matter of gold was first discussed. Baldur had appeared stern, at first, but after talking to him when the queen wasn’t there, he had shifted completely from a stony but human character into an all-out sociopath who locked himself in his chambers and never slept. Frey and Olaf ran the ship with Baldur locked away.