"I did not board this ship by choice," Rowen told the Captain. "Saving the world wasn't even my choice. Fate chose it for me. It did not tell me I would be on such a lackluster ship, but I guess that's the way it goes sometimes. But know that I am no crewman of yours. I am only hear to serve this mission's purpose, and that was handed down by the King himself. So I'm not taking orders from you, unless they are in my best interests. Now since you clearly don't know how to manage people, why don't you-"
"Please leave."
Rowen jerked his head back to try and figure out where the hell that had come from, to find one of the two mages, pointing his stick at him.
"Your tone is unacceptable."
"My tone is unacceptable?" Rowen was getting agitated, and if this coward hiding behind his magic wanted to butt in on his pow-wow with the good Captain and start something, he was going to have no problems. Still it might not look favorable to take out another one of the invited protectors before the ship even left the Kingdom.
He reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out his lucky coin. A gentle toss sent it flying into the air for a brief second before he caught it and slapped it on the back of his left hand. "Hmmmm," he noted. "Consider yourself lucky I don't fight here."
Done with the side show this meeting had turned into, he brushed past the mage and headed for the door. "If your Majesty there doesn't mind, I'm going to raid the cargo hold. I'm sure one of the sticks she keeps there when not shoved up her ass will make a decent coat rack. Give myself something to do on this damn ship."
"Please leave."
Rowen jerked his head back to try and figure out where the hell that had come from, to find one of the two mages, pointing his stick at him.
"Your tone is unacceptable."
"My tone is unacceptable?" Rowen was getting agitated, and if this coward hiding behind his magic wanted to butt in on his pow-wow with the good Captain and start something, he was going to have no problems. Still it might not look favorable to take out another one of the invited protectors before the ship even left the Kingdom.
He reached into the pocket of his coat and pulled out his lucky coin. A gentle toss sent it flying into the air for a brief second before he caught it and slapped it on the back of his left hand. "Hmmmm," he noted. "Consider yourself lucky I don't fight here."
Done with the side show this meeting had turned into, he brushed past the mage and headed for the door. "If your Majesty there doesn't mind, I'm going to raid the cargo hold. I'm sure one of the sticks she keeps there when not shoved up her ass will make a decent coat rack. Give myself something to do on this damn ship."