When Jandro had seen the ship enter the harbor, some part of him had quailed away, seeking retreat he knew better than to chase. Gripping his crutch, he made his way to the guards on site and informed them of his history with this crew – in short form, but with enough detail to show he was capable of managing them but would prefer to have the House of Silver keep a weather eye on the lot, particularly the captain.
He had gone with the committee then, tending to matters with brisk and efficient professionalism. He showed little favor despite the familiarity he held with these men, and inspected the Walrus thoroughly. There had been a few men he hadn’t recognized, which was understandable all things considered. They were marked down, and Chava had hummed at Hamilton, Thomas in a way that indicated the name bore significance that would be discussed later.
While the crew was presently being cleared and tagged, he had some time to speak to Flint in private – informing him without preamble that he would not be causing trouble in Lamara, and as soon as the Walrus was repaired, she and her crew would be leaving.
The response did not bode well.
“If your intention is to stay,” He could not withhold his doubt on this, “Then you will go through the same processes as everyone else – there are no rooms in Lamara for idle hands, nor any interest in men whose agendas do not align appropriately. If you think to radicalize this place, you have come to the wrong island, hombre.”
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