Seabreaker (David GM)

[Conor Blaze]

They'd nod. The leader spoke again-

"What is it....you wish to speak with him about?"

[Blake Oleander]

"His Qi mostly. But I imagine we will discuss other things as well, such as sailing."

He'd shift his weight.

"Am I wrong in believing he enjoys sailing?"

[Conor Blaze]

They glanced at each other.

"You are....not wrong."

He paused for a moment, the put a finger to his ear. He nodded.

"He'll see you."

The man would walk up to Blake and put a hand on his shoulder, if allowed.

They'd vanish, reappearing inside a home. The place was well lived in, sea shells and objects of wealth on a desk to Blakes left- two emeralds and several dozen pearls. There was some fish net hanging from the walls, the far right corner had a hammock strung up between two pillars. Sitting at the desk in the corner was a young, blonde haired male in a white T shirt and shorts. He was hunched over a desk, glasses on his face which he removed as Blake appeared. Turning in the seat, he gave a smile, and a nod.

"King O'leander, huh?" He'd cock a brow.

"Welcome to my humble abode. Forgive me if I don't bent the knee."

[Blake Oleander]

"Blake is fine."

He'd say with a shrug. The lack of kneeling didn't bother him either. He wasn't born into the life, it was something he put up with more than anything.

"You are free to do as you like in your home." He'd say holding out the box for him.

"A token of my appreciation for your time."

[Conor Blaze]

Standing, Conor would walk over and wave the guard away, the man clapping a fist to his heart and vanishing as he took the box. The light in his home was dim, but more than enough for him to see by. Conor let out a slow whistle.

"Ah, a sail boat. Trimaran model....beautiful."

He glanced at Blake as he began to open it.

[Blake Oleander]

"The first person I've met that can see a gift before opening it."

Probably his Qi. Beatrice for her part was on his shoulder fluffing up her hair before fanning herself.

"I'm glad you like it though.  But it's a ketch, not a Trimaran."

[Conor Blaze]

Conor would appear to relax a little more!

"You know something about boats. Very cool."

He'd remove it, setting the boat down and taking off the bubble wrap slowly.

"Oh shit, you got this off Old man Wendle? Been trying to get him to let me buy this from him for a while now. Damn."

He began to inspect it!

[Blake Oleander]

"He said it was the best boat he'd ever created. A very kind man."

[Conor Blaze]

He chuckled.

"Yeah, he's nice, if you don't mind swindlers. Hope you didn't pay more than a thousand for this thing. He has a way of robbing people."

But hey, in this world, do what you can to eat.

"It's an amazing piece of art but...I'm not sure why I deserve it. Were we friends in another life?"

Now that they were looking at the table, Blake would note several pieces of machinery and tools that were being put together and worked on, by hand.

[Blake Oleander]

Blake shrugged.

"I am not hurting for the money, I have what I need to eat and drink."

Money was not something that kept him up at night.

"I wouldn't know anything about other lives. But I wanted to give it as a gesture for hearing me out. I wish to discuss your abilities with dimensional rips."

[Conor Blaze]

Conor would nod, and take the boat, lifting it to put in on the mostly empty shelf above his desk.

"Okay....and if I say I won't answer, do you take the boat back?"

He smirked. As in....are you trying to bribe me?

[Blake Oleander]

He blinked a bit confused at that.

"Why would I take back a gift?"

That was a weird custom.

[Conor Blaze]

"You would if it's a bribe."

[Blake Oleander]

"No, the boat is yours. I don't give gifts on conditions."

[Conor Blaze]

He nodded.

"Alright then, Blake. What do you want to know?"