Krysaos, Adamantine-Rank Dread Pirate, was intent on accompanying Tycondrius to Whitehearth.
Tarquin Wroe, Iron-Ranked Hexblade, was also due to join... but his significance was far less.
Anyroad...
Krysaos' overcoat and hat were mended by Mina's magic, the golden buttons properly polished, and his face freshly shaven.
He was a paragon of professionalism that Tycon was proud to call a friend and ally.
"Captain Krysaos," Tycon saluted.
The man returned the salute, as was proper, "At ease, LT. How's the prep?"
"All is in order, save for final checks on personnel." Tycon pursed his lips before continuing... "Krysaos, I must remind you... you've no obligation to accompany me back."
The Captain replied with an ear-grating scoff, "Psh! Y'tryin' to leave me behind, LT?"
