A Princess, a Knight, and an Assassin Walk Into a Tavern...

Tollie and Beau

Tollie

It was quiet for a moment after Duhnignham's straightforward accusations towards, and ultimatums to, their present host, everyone curious what would happen next.

Though it was true that their current group of talented individuals could be one of the most effective crews put together in this age!, it was also filled with a bunch of powerhouses...leaders...all who were used to being the last word in just about every decision making conversation they had.
West looked up at her from where he was leaning over the map, both hands in fists on the table supporting himself, arms straight.
Then he smiled, amused, standing as he drawled, "Couldn't agree with you more Your Knightship." Crossing his arms and standing easily.
Tollie looked over at him, surprised.
"As a pirate and a scoundrel I confess I have absolutely no expertise in the area of 'proper princess care' and therefore leave that completely in your capable hands."
Tollie dropped her head, hurt by how quickly he'd handed her off when given half the chance, also feeling the weight of how different, how shackled this adventure was now going to be for her; whilst trying to convince herself how happy she should be that they were letting her go at all.
Now..." He added after a second, "The princess' degrading mistreatment of meself...? Well..." He spread his arms out in a helpless gesture. "Not much I can do about that now can I. 'm only a helpless pirate after all..."
Looking over, he winked at Tollie and she smiled, relieved – though one glance at the expression on Duhningham's face and she dropped her head, sucking in the edges of her lips to try to stop her smile, attempting a demure air.
"So." West said then, clapping his hands together. "How many of ya are requiring accommodations on me ship for what's left of this unusual night? Because that," He said pointing to the inner door that led off from this room, "Is where I sleep, and I can't really do that now can I, with you lot still standin' about?"
The others talked, making quick plans, though everyone seemed to agree that the ship was probably the safest place for the princess for the duration of their stay in Port town - as strange as that was. What kind of a state was their kingdom in when the princess' best chance was with a bunch of pirates? Still, it was hardly ideal...West realizing that probably better than anyone, despite Duhningham's misgivings.
Sighing tiredly he said, "There are only two private places on this ship I'm 'fraid. This room...and that room." He said, indicating his bedroom. "We could probably jimmy rig something up with cargo tomorrow...but fer now," he continued, removing a key from a drawer at his desk and bowing, placed it in Tollie's hand, lifting said hand up to his lips before letting it go, "I'll bid ye ladies...goodnight." Though his jade eyes were only on Tollie as he spoke.
Standing again he smiled over at Duhningham before turning towards the door. It had been an innocent enough encounter, nothing more than what was proper for a gentleman, nothing that Duhningham could disapprove of outright...and yet had still managed to leave Tollie tingling all over, slightly breathless.
Partway out the door he said over his shoulder, "If you need any help tucking the princess in Your Knightship, you know where to find me." Smiling devilishly, before shutting the door behind him.

Beau

Beau rolled her eyes as the sassmaster bounded out of the cabin. She rested her rump against the table and folded her arms.

"Well that's useful, since I'll be gone all evening," She called after him, not to be heard by anyone particular but she wanted it said.

She looked over at Tollie, who hadn't done much but stand there, looking wide eyed and helpless. She looked down at the key in the girl's hand, then up again.

"I've a long night ahead of me, so find where you see fit and sleep." She unwrapped her cloak and handed it to Tollie. "If there's nothing else."

Tollie, being slightly bashful about the entire situation, automatically opted for the day bed two steps behind her so she didn't have to create even more of a scene. Beau huffed a laugh and looked away, turning to the map ahead of her.

Ghost would send for her when he was ready. And they were to see something they already knew about, to conclude to something they have no control over, to make it into a report the King will probably look over in his obsession with keeping the throne rather than running the country. It would be hours before she first heard something.
She quietly paced around until a gentle knick startled her out of her thoughts, "Lady? Lady Knight? A scout sends word, he stays at the docks." She started toward the door then thought better and slipped her chest plate and sword hilt over her torso and hips and gently opened the door. It was the honey eyed lad from before. She got a better look if his face, the eery dawn making the world look monochrome, everything just a darker or lighter shade of cool gray. "He says... He says he is a ghost? Or has a Ghost?" He shrugged, admitting he wasn't listening intently. Tall, dark skinned, light hair, he must be some second or third generation Qunari to still be the size he was.
Beau understood well enough, "Yes thank you. I was expecting him." She assured.
"You were expecting a ghost?" He wondered allowed in his deep voice, confused by the mere concept.
She shook her head "Or rather a man name Ghost," she offered, walking out to the brisk ocean air. She hopes Tollie was very comfortable in her cloak, because she would have gladly taken it back now... She wasn't as regal in the early dawns.
She left the escort to wonder at the idea of a name, it really seemed to perplex him, as she walked back down the little bridge with it's bounce.
Ghost lounged about non to obviously in the darkly cast shadow of the ship. "Well, I guess I should still show you, even if we know the what and why, you should at least know HOW they get here."
She nodded, "Aye. Lets."

"I'm still honestly trying to figure out how they fit into them with those horns." Ghost mumbled, eyes squinched up and tired looking as the sun rising, pink clouds on the horizon over a green sea. "I've got a pile of reports to sign as big as an ox's a-"
"Yes thank you Ghost, you said that already." Fatigue was beginning to be the enemy of them both. "Send word to my mother that I will be away linger than planned." She added.
"Got it."
They separated and she trudged up the docks.
"You look quite worn, my Lady."