[Moonweaver's ethereal tits, Beau went hard, didn't she? Nott's going to get punched into the stratosphere for telling him all of this, because it's going to take him roughly thirty minutes after meeting her here again to lay out everything she just told him and be condescending and prideful. He will probably die again. And it'll be worth it.]

That's why he grinds those teeth of his down. So it's less on the nose. [He gives a sage nod- focusing on that part of it, first.] The bastard.

[Gods, he could punch Fjord. The ship part sounds great, actually. He'd love to be there for that, but as the only person Fjord had ever talked to about his stupid falchion up until his death, he feels like there's something disconcerting and awful about all of that. Something he should be worried about.

But whatever. He's dead. He doesn't get to have an opinion on something that already happened. He shifts Nott a bit in his arms. She's deceptively heavy actually.] So what you're telling me is you're all having a lot of fun without me, some of you have removed the sticks from your arses, and Fjord is the leader so Caleb can stop dry heaving about it. I'm strangely comfortable with all that.