Turning from the captain at the word of his leave “Sure sure captain, I will be sure to do that” he shouted back not necessarily caring about the orders being barked at him. Vincent walked along the dock inspecting each person he passed with a wild grin on his face. He was almost in bliss being able to whatever it was he wished…within reason. He knew he wasn’t the only wolf in town, and so he had to be careful not to be swindled himself.

He finally made it off of the dock and onto real, dry land. He took a moment to take it all in. He took a deep breath and stretched his limbs, that small skiff had not been good on his body. Though all his wounds had been healed, that night in the skiff left him stiff and sore. Once he had finished his little routine he began to look for a target. All of his valuables had been taken from him, and he needed some silver. “Just like old times.” Vincent muttered under his breath with a smirk making its way across his face.

A woman caught Vincent’s eye. She seemed to stand out from the rest of the crowd. Her hair was so red that it almost seemed glow in the sunlight. She had two distinctly different eyes, one as red as her hair, and the other seemed to have an orange glow. Her face was riddled with scars, but somehow it was still beautiful. She seemed oddly familiar to him but he couldn’t put his finger on why. Vincent shook the thoughts from his head. He continued to look the woman up and down, trying not to make it obvious. He noticed a pouch on her hip, ‘Bingo’ he thought as he began to approach her.

“You look familiar to me, have we met before? Of course we have, I would never forget a beautiful face such as yours!” there was some truth to his words, he had seen her somewhere but he couldn’t recall how or where. Vincent sat next to her on the bench, hoping that he could get her to loosen up to the point where she would let her guard down. “Please tell me I am not wrong?” he grinned.

In response to the young thief's jeer, she sneered, "Maybe one of these days you'll learn something, Vincent."  With half an ear she listened to him and the Captain discuss plans. Her eyes focused on the comings and goings around them. She watched as Vincent went on his way out of the corner of her eye. "Don't muck it up," She told him plainly, a hint of worry pervading the words.

A stiff breeze passed them by and coated her slippers with a layer of dust. She frowned, before raising her head quickly to give the Captain her full attention, "Mm?" She was slightly taken aback by the nearly sullen expression that appeared and disappeared across his face in seemingly the same instant. She dismissed it quickly enough and cocked her head to the side, "Unless my memory is failing me, I don't think I've ever heard that in reference to you."  Looking up at him, she met his grin with a hesitantly playful smile. Part of her felt that maybe it was too soon to be enjoying anything at all. But she could not deny the soothing respite in her heart. She appreciated it. Rhoda's grip on the straps of her bag loosened and gave way, posture relaxing. "Of course Captain," She grabbed his wrist to pull him along, "Don't dawdle!"

It took only half a glance to evaluate the wares at the stalls lining the streets. Organized as always, she knew what was needed for each of them, and would not be distracted. With a sharp flick of the wrist, she denied the shouting hawkers one by one. "Oh!" She exclaimed as bright fabrics pulled at her attention. Sifting through the clothes, she occasionally held it up for Vicente to examine. Standing on her toes to press the shirts to his torso and giving appraising nods. "Here," She handed him a tunic and shoes, both the cheapest of their kind. Rhoda enviously eyed the silken robes her fingers trailed across, before swiftly pulling away. They did not have the time or expenses to even consider such things. Plus, she did not particularly enjoy how the thin green material reminded her of a home soon to be forgotten.

Rhoda waited for the Vicente before stepping back out on the street. Always sure to keep him close. The Pirate Haven put her on edge. It truly was her first time in its midst. The previous times the crew stopped here, she had chosen to stay on the ship. Far away from the scoundrels who could even put Cross to shame. Away from lecherous eyes and violent fists. "You might want to bathe first before you ruin those clothes Captain."

"Would you like to stop by the inn, or is there something else?"

It came as a surprise to the tiefling when the group seemed to split up. This wasn't exactly a place where most people ought to walk around on their own. Well, at least that girl was accompanied by the other man, so they likely had some sense of the type of place they were in. Then again, she didn't know what relations those three had, though it seemed to contain some level of familiarity. As soon as they started to move about and pay closer attention to their surroundings, she forced her eyes down to her drink for a bit. Now that they were setting out it was a lot more likely for them to spot her watching them, which could be taken the wrong way. Given the nature of a lot of people around here, it'd be a wonder if it wasn't misinterpreted.

The man and the woman walked off and Jörmingandr let them slip from her attention. For all she knew, they could have merely been temporary travelling companions and her business was with the younger man. While trying to appear as though she was merely people-watching, she tried to keep track of his movements. The way he stretched and moved further reinforced her impression that they hadn't had an easy or comfortable trip. How long and from where had they been travelling? Then again, in such a small vessel, how far could they really get? A puzzle. Then, for a split second, their eyes met. It forced her to blink and pause for just a moment, before she let her gaze slide away, as though she was just looking over the crowd of people that moved around. Had he recognised and remembered her? If so, getting this debt repaid might not be too much of a hassle after all. She raised the stein one final time, tilting her head back to down the rest of its contents, that warm feeling of alcohol spreading in her mouth and through her throat. When she lowered it again, she found that the man she'd been watching had moved and she'd lost track of him. An expression of mild annoyance started to make its way across her face just as a voice called out from just nearby. Her head turned to face the source. Suddenly she found herself thankful that she wasn't mid-drink, as his words might have made her choke on the mead if she had been. Instead she shot him a confused look as he plopped down on the bench.

Okay, so it seemed he did recognise her, but it also seemed unlikely that he actually remembered her. If he'd remembered the people who'd been after her that one time, his approach might have been a bit different, or so she was willing to wager. The question was how she should handle this. Her free hand subconsciously sought her face, tracing one of the scars with her thumb as she studied him. That grin, in combination with his words… she could honestly say that flirting wasn't on the list of ways in which people usually approached her. Usually it contained rather more fear or violence. In a sense it was a breath of fresh air, but it did make her wary. Though exciting, new things in a place like this was often bad news; experience was a good tool for survival.

"If you truly remembered, would you need to ask?" she raised an eyebrow at him, mirroring his grin. Then she shifted a little bit to make it easier to keep him in her sights. "But yes, we have met before. Though circumstances were perhaps… less relaxed, at least on my end of things. There wasn't time to exchange names and certainly not for any flirting," the last part was almost said in a chuckle. Perhaps the information she'd given would light a spark in his memory, maybe not. In a place like this, it was probably a good enough idea to give people a good reason to believe you held good intentions. Then again, most people here probably wouldn't ever hold on to something like a debt of gratitude, so all in all it might not make a difference. "Since I have a bit more time now; Jörmingandr is my name. Though most call me 'demon-spawn' for short," there was a short, bitter laugh. If he hadn't already figured out her heritage, it was just as well he was told now. People always found out eventually and she didn't like it when previously calm people started freaking out. Her fiery eyes didn't leave him, in part to gauge his reaction, but also because her cautious nature was part of what had kept her alive for so long. Additionally, she didn't offer to shake his hand. She was still holding the stein and she wanted one hand free, just in case. Her dagger was still at her side. Though he'd once saved her life, she still didn't know why, nor did she know his current intentions.

Vicente hadn’t let his features fully reflect how glad he was that Rhoda decided to accept his attempt at humor. Maybe he wasn’t as convincing as he wanted to be. But, something about the way the summoned the beginnings of a playful smile helped him steel his own resolve. His eyes watched as her posture shifted into something more relaxed. The feel of her smaller hand wrapping around his wrist caught him off guard as she decided to take the proverbial helm.

Being ushered about the various stalls by the smaller woman was enough to dominate the senses of any simple man. And, at that moment, Vicente felt like the simplest of men Canelux had to offer. He acquiesced as she set to playing the part of a tailor. Garments pressed against his chest caused his head to bob with silent laughter. He appreciated how focused she was - how driven. Finally, his chaperone had settled on her choices.

“Hm?” Was all he could offer at first to her suggestion he bathe. “Wha-what’s wrong with-,” he stopped, his head angled slightly back and away before realizing the question was a ridiculous one. His eyes quickly flicked down towards his person without changing his posture.

“…You are right.” Vicente’s eyes narrowed and a smile slowly followed. “I don’t want to ruin these absolutely fine choices od clothes you’ve made for me, Ms. Aelish.” He’d become aware of how close she was staying to him as they traversed the stalls. “An inn will do nicely. This is why I keep a small amount of silver aboard every lifeboat in the The Gale’s employ…” He trailed off for a moment before turning emerald eyes back towards his physician. “…so we can do what needs to be done to get her back.”

He had escorted the smaller sylph down the main drag until they found an inn he knew Cross would be familiar with. Room and board were negotiated, and renegotiated, once Vicente convinced the Master of the establishment that he in fact was not some half naked beggar holding Rhoda at knife point for a hot meal and a bath. The Master eventually came to recognize The Gale by name and description, as well as Vicente himself. Whether or not it would spawn rumors that the ship had been taken by force was another matter for another time.

“I know it isn’t proper,” Vicente finally said to Rhoda, after the barmaid showed them to their room. “And, in any other town you’d have your own room. But, for the time we spend here we treat this just like the skiff: we share the same room and Mr. Cross and I will take turns standing watch.” The Pirate’s haven wasn’t bad enough in the past to warrant that type of behavior on their previous visits. Rhoda wasn’t the only female member of the crew, even though Rhoda never came to land at The Haven with the rest of them The women who served as deckhands and engineers were always free to go where they wanted, when they wanted.

Everything was different now.

“Feel free to pay one of the serving girls to bring food up to the room.” He pressed a bit of silver into Rhoda’s palm. “I’m going to take that bath you suggested.

No where had the barest of hints of Celeste. Apparently, no one has seen or heard of an elf coming through any of these lands a year ago or since. Hope would not be abandoned, however. The vampire had just been reunited with her for the barest of moments, only to have her disappear again. She refused to let it simply be, and left her sire's side. It was a choice she did not regret.

Lirin refused to believe that there was no information, and decided it was time to try a new route. As everyone else would be tight lipped to her, perhaps she needed to find a snake to slither into closed circles and find the elusive tidbits of information lurking just outside of grasp. For her, there was only one way to do this. Donning her corset and a dress of the softest cotton dyed the blue of an angry sea, Lirin stationed herself in the corner of an inn's common room with lute in hand.

Slender fingers plucked and strummed at the fine cords, the room quickly filling with the rich sounds of the instrument. It set a mood that bordered somber as she warmed up. As she did so, Lirin sent out tendrils of her magic. Soft wisps of scent wove around the few people in the room, pushing out of the cracks and crevices it can find, even up into the rooms above to find reclusive patrons. They trailed through the air, catching the attention of anyone who could smell her scent on it, leading them back to the common room. Unfortunately, she had no way of knowing who was enraptured, or the tiniest detail about them. This was merely her way of attracting people into the room so she could take note of each who entered and make her choice then.When people started pouring in, Lirin began singing softly in her native tongue.

"Elgara vallas, da'len
Melava somniar
Mala taren aravas
Ara ma'desen melar.

Aras ma ghilas, da'len
Ara ma'nedan ashir
Dirthara lothlenan'as
Bal emma mala dir.

Telenfenim, da'len
Irassal ma ghilas
Ma garas mir renan
Ara ma'athlan vhenas
Ara ma'athlan vhenas."

It was a lullaby that their mother used to sing to them, and now, the lullaby represents calling for her beloved Celeste.

 Quirking his eyebrows Vincent began to think. Obviously she knew him, but he could not recall how. He knew her face, but nothing else came to him. No places, events, etc. He wondered how she knew him. “You might have to refresh my memory.” he chuckled, responding to her with a dumb smile on his face. His eyes began to narrow in on her pouch, but they quickly darted back up so it wouldn’t seem obvious as to what he had been looking at.

“Ah, Jörmingandr..” he echoed her name, or at least attempted to, in reality butchering it. He just couldn’t seem to say it right, and so he tried again “Joemin…Jo…Jomin..” he couldn’t seem to get it right. He scratched his his white hair trying to figure out how to say the woman’s name, but it was no use. “My name is…” he hesitated for a moment, he was planning to steal this woman’s valuables, should he really give her his name? He suddenly remembered where he was, the pirate haven. No one would care whether he had stolen some woman’s belongings, that behavior was practically expected here. On the other hand he was also curious about her tale of how they apparently met. The cogs in his head were turning. He had originally planned to steal from her, but she had instead caught his interest. “….Vincent” he finally said.

“So Jörmin…” that was as much as he could get right for the time being, or so he thought he had it, in reality he even butchered that “..tell me about how we met.” he rested his elbow on the backrest of the bench and placed his head on the palm of his hand. He was intent to hear this tale now.

She watched his expression change and shift as he was searching his brain to remember her. Though she wasn't consciously aware of how his eyes wandered over to her coin purse, years of living amongst the dregs of society and surviving on her own had honed her instincts and they were told her something wasn't quite right. Even so, she had already decided that she would find some way to repay the guy, so she couldn't very well just up and leave and shake him off, could she… besides, maybe her instincts were a bit off, just this once. No, she didn't truly believe that. But all she had to do was to be alert and make sure he didn't get the best of her if he did try something. At the very least he didn't seem hostile and she doubted he wanted to harm her, so the question was what was he up to? She'd find out, sooner or later.

As he tried to get her name right she couldn't help but cringe a bit. It wasn't uncommon for people to get her name wrong, if ever they tried to pronounce it, but truth be told most just didn't bother. Because of this, she had not gotten used to hearing the various ways in which you might mess up, but it seemed this guy was determined to go through them all for her. Still, it seemed he was really trying his best, just that he couldn't wrap his head around it, so in the end she couldn't exactly berate him for it either. She sighed. His best would just have to do and she'd just have to deal with it. Maybe, if it got to be too much, she'd just have to come up with a nickname that he could actually say. Unless, of course, he did so on his own. There was this odd pause before he introduced himself and she wondered if she'd actually been given his real name or if he'd offered up a false one. Truth be told, it wouldn't be such an odd thing to be wary in a place like this. It was the type of place where you could get into trouble fairly easily if you said the wrong thing to the wrong person, or sometimes simply by existing. She'd given false names to a couple of people here during the time she'd already been there. "Well then, nice to officially meet you, Vincent," there was a hint of suspicion in her voice, but she gave him a bit of a grin, almost like a challenge. Exactly what that challenge was, however, she didn't know.

When he urged her to tell him about their meeting and made himself comfortable, she pursed her lips for a bit. Her eyes travelled up and to the left as she recalled the events of that day. "Hmm… see, I was being pursued by a group of people for… reasons," she wasn't sure she wanted to go into too much detail about who had been chasing her or why. Those enemies of hers were still alive and active, as far as she knew at least, and she didn't feel like giving him that kind of a weapon to use against her. "They were quite persistent and hot on my trail, but I managed to slip into an alley, only… you happened to see me. They came by right after and asked for me by description and you gave them some false information. I don't know why you did that, though I wouldn't mind you telling me now, since we have the opportunity to sit down and get all chummy, after all" she gave him another brief, very faint smile, though it seemed to struggle to reach her eyes.

"Well, since I've offered up a piece of information, here's a question for you," her eyes narrowed just a little bit, her features taking on a sharper edge. It wasn't hostile, merely inquisitive and attentive, but with a mind that was honed to store information for… later use, if need arose. "What brings you here? I didn't exactly expect to run into you here."