[ Quiet perhaps, but not enough.

Balthier’s lips thin slightly. He’s taken great pains to feel out just where it’s safe to speak freely, and where even the slightest whispers would be logged and recorded by Quintalian’s watchdog construct. He’s walking a tightrope with Zenith’s opinions on pirates as they are, and the implications alone were particularly dangerous right now. ]

For all that intentions ever get anyone. [ He shrugs, seemingly carelessly so. ] For now, shall we disembark? Heawood proper would suit you far better than this ship.