Thud, thud, come the sounds of nearby steps, given off by heavy boots that
collide with the wooden planks. Mahlovian enters, sauntering almost, his pace
casual as he swings his burly arms from side to side.

The water-blue eyes of his, dart about, eager to take in new sighs in some
regards until they come across the moogle on the ground, breathing little and
all the telltale signs of lifelessness. Mahlovian approaches.

Mahlovian grunts as he extends his leg and nudges Brando with the tip of his
boot. "Eh? You alive or sumthin'?"

Brando coughs slightly.

Beorn walks down through the port, clearly dishevelled looking despite his
small stature. He looks at the two inhabitants and stops, then nods slightly
and grunts.

"That mean a yes?" asks Mahlovian, furrowing his brow and crumpling his thick
eyebrows, "'Cause if you ain't alive, I'd rather put them stuffs you gots to
good use...charity" he continues, mostly speaking to himself.

Beorn says '...Of all the places for two...people to be, what makes the port so
interesting?'

Brando tries to sit up and speak but coughs up some blood and then falls
towards Mahlovian.

Beorn notices the semi-conscious Brando on the floor. "..And who's this? What
are you doing here?"

The burly man makes some disgusted expression, resisting at first and then
sighs, swooping down into a kneel as he catches the moogle in an arm. "Hey,
Buddy, wake up" Mahlovian says, demanding almost.

Brando grogerly stares at the hurly man, then speaks softly. "Who you be?".

"I be the man you's bleeding on" he grunts in return, pausing after as he looks
over at the other moogle, "Eh, you fuzzy boy, he's one of yours, ain't it?"
Mahlovian says, nudging you up as if to demonstrate him.

A look of contempt crosses over Beorn's face. "One of...mine? He is of the
Moogle race if that's what you mean, clearly. Though I've not seen him
before."

Brando coughs again then speaks slowly. "Blooding? But where be the ship at?"

"Ya, ya, race whatever. You guys go kupo and all that right? See, but he be
knowing common language. Anyway, you know how to patch this feller up or
what?" Mahlovian says in turn to Beorn before looking back down at the moogle.
"Ship? Boy, this be a port, you gots to be more specific."

Brando tries to focus but blacks out.

Beorn sighs, then kneels before this stranger and looks across his face. "He's
fine, though this cut might prove harmful after a while. You!" He points
towards Mahl. "Do you have a small dagger?"

"What? Nah. Whatcha need one for? Where you gonna make me a sandwich? Thanks
but I just ate so I ain't wanna be no pig" Mahlovian goes on and then stops,
noticing the moogle. "Come on, I hear there's a healer nearby."

"The healer won't be able to fix this cut. Besides, I don't quite think this
guy is too welcome around here...He has something in his pocket though." Beorn
points towards a slight bulge in a sewn-shut pocket. "We need that."

Beorn says 'He clearly..put it there before being attacked. I can see it by
the way it was put in his pocket.'

Muttering to himself, Mahlovian half-cradles the moogle on his right arm while
clumsily ripping open the pocket and letting the contents fall out, or at least
he attempts to do such.

Beorn smirks, a small glitter in his eyes. "Perfect." He takes the package and
rips it open, then proceeds to pour some powdery-stuff over the cut.

"What's in it?" grumbles Mahlovian, peering over at the other moogle and the
package. "Eh, that stuff better not kill him cos I ain't going to jail."

Brando lets out a scream as the powdery-stuff is poured over the cut.

The glitter in Beorn's eyes grows slightly larger. "That is long lost
medicine, only found in few select groups." He looks up. "Pirate groups."

Beorn suddenly stands up, then stares intently at Brando. "Wake up, kid. I
know you're fine."

"Medicine, so you went ahead and spent it all huh?" says Mahlovian, voice gruff
as he shakes the moogle in his arm, as if to encourage him. "Come on, you
scallywag."

Brando gets shaken about and then pukes on the burly man.

Beorn sighs and turns towards the water. "You wanted him dead? I could have
lived with that, but I don't think I could've stood the look of horror on your
face."

"Dead, nah just you could've gotten a pretty penny for it" says Mahlovian, as
he gently places you onto his back and places a hand over the puked over part.
His rough voice whispers a bit and water cascades from his palm, deluging him.

Brando cleans off his mouth then speaks softly. "Where am I?".

"Free City, Truce. Heard of it?" Mahlovian asks as he shakes himself dry,
tossing droplets of water off to the sides without much care.

Beorn "What's your name, kid? Clearly you're from the seas, as can be seen by
your look." Beorn smirks. "You're a lot like me, I think."

"You both pirates? Ah heck, don't see why, I mean I know fur don't smell good
when its wet" he begins and then stops, staring at the two moogles before
laughing out loud. Mahlovian grins afterwards before giving you another rough
shake.

Brando responds towards Beorn. "My name be Brando."

A look of pure thought passes across Beorn's face. "you...? You ever heard of
Krei? He was on the waters last I heard of him."

Growling slightly towards Mahlovian, Brando says. "Please sir stop all
this shaking."

"Ah, sorry just making sure you ain't dying" Mahlovian replies, offering a
clumsy wink after. "So you two be pirates?"

The beatin up moogle speaks towards Beorn. Brando says, "That name sounds
familiar to me, maybe the captain would know better then me."

Beorn smirks. "Next time I see him I'll be sure to ask him. And pirates? No,
I'm no pirate now. Well, not technically. Closest thing to it on this land,
but only been on the sea a few times."

Brando coughs loudly, "Wish I was truely a pirate, just simply still learning
all the ropes." The moogle starts to sweat a little. "Captian said it would be
atleast 4 years till I became a full pirate."

"Ah, I ain't never been out to sea, I do the land, frontiersman and miner for
fortunes be my calling" says the voice, low and thick as Mahlovian looks down
at you. "You one then? What happened with the ship? Storm?"

Brando stares dreamingly and pointing out towards the sea, "Twas a big battle
with a dozen or so ships coming at us then outta no where a huge storm formed,
now that is a sight to see. I blacked out durning the battle and next thing I
know i'm here."

"Battle amongst pirates or was it a kingdom's fleet?" asks Mahlovian, waggling
his eyebrows at you before looking over at the other moogle, "Hey pal, what's
your name? Mahlovian here."

"I am Beorn. And kid, you see that?" he points towards a point in the sea far
off. "That's where you went down, isn't it? You've not gone far. Though I
doubt your shipmates quite made it."

Beorn squints. "I see smoke."

"The sea is unforgiving, much like nature. Don't get your hopes up" Mahlovian
tells you, his tone shifting to one that shows a tinge of pity.

Brando shakes his head slowly, "I don't know where, for with the storm it was
hard to see anything."

Beorn walks closer to the edge of the pier. "Well, wherever it was, it had to
be somwhere around there. Smoke doesn't just rise out of the water for the
sake of it."

Grumbling, Mahlovian rises to his feet, brushing himself off before offering a
big hand to you. "Come on, I get the feeling you's wanna look for them. I'll
come, don't want you killed after you just got yer second chance."

Brando accepts the hand and slowly gets to his feet.

Beorn turns around and faces Brando. "I'll join you too. I'd like to see if
your captain is still alive."

Brando sighs softly. "I don't have any money to pay you two with tho."

"All rights. Eh, you owe us a favor, huh?" Mahlovian says with a grin,
offering the moogle a playful ruffle of his head.

A scared look comes over Brando's face at the thought of that.

Brando blacks out again.

Mahlovian exhales heavily as he looks down at Brando and with a muffled
grumble, scoops him and slips him over one of his shoulders. "We going or
what?" he asks of Beorn.

Beorn raises an eyebrow. "If you want to. Anywhere in mind? As I said before
I don't think the citizens here will be too...er, 'welcoming' of him."

"Well, where you be seeing the smoke would be a good start" Mahlovian says, as
he adjusts your place on his shoulder. "Any idea how to head there?"

Squinting again, Beorn looks out towards the smoke. "That's certainly not
close. Good long journey...looks like it's out towards Caspia."

Brando slowly comes back around.

Mahlovian says 'Caspia huh? Wells that's a long journey, and I doubt the kid
wants to sail so soon. Come on, I know a place outside of town'

You say 'Cap a what?'

Beorn nods. "Very well then. Lead the way."

Brando stretches a little.

*walks to Lifeless Glade*

Carrying you still, Mahlovian comes to a halt near the treestump and sets him
and the moogle down, "This be a good place, ain't no one gonna bother us."

Brando looks all around lost, "What is this place?"

"If people be hating you so much, it might be your new home" responds Mahlovian
offhandedly, as he looks around. "Whatcha think, Beorn?"

Slipping into the abode, Mahlovian offers the pair inside already a quick
lookover before nodding. "See, warm and comfy. Don't mind them, they might
like to fight but they're nice."