Aamir shook his head a little at Winter's comment about Sky. "I'm sure we'll find him soon enough. No doubt, he'll be wherever the fire is."
He gave a nod to the man that winter had been speaking with as well - there was no shame in being a deck hand, after all. He'd started out that way himself, and worked his way up over time. Much like anyone else, he supposed, although some lines of work were more cutthroat than others.
"Let's enjoy the evening while we still can." Eliza had gone over to dance with the woman Sky had been pretending to be, and Aamir watched them for a brief moment before letting his gaze linger on some of the others. There was a huge Al-Ashtavahk dancing with a tiny... was that one of the Aos Gaotha? Truly? Here, of all places?
Interesting! Though the size difference was almost comical, but they made it work. He smiled briefly, more to himself than anything, then drew his attention away once more as another man walked up. Aamir's eyes drifted over the mechanical arm, unsual make. He'd like to ask about it, but that usually wasn't considered polite, and they were at a fancy party and all.
He raised a glass nonetheless. "I can't say I'm the finest company anywhere, but I'd be happy to raise a glass anyway. Do I know you, sir?" He didn't, or at least he hoped he didn't. If this was someone's father, things were about to get awkward, and there were certainly a great many fathers the man could have been.
Well, as long as he wasn't a grandfather, Aamir could deal with it well enough. He'd just opened his mouth to inquire further and try to find out whose daughter this fellow had and whether he was about to be expected to propose or anything equally horrifying, when an unmistakable scent began to tickle his nostrils.
One did not last long as a pirate without knowing the scent of smoke. Winter had probably smelled it first. "Smoke." He didn't ask, because it wasn't a question. Suddenly, this was a matter of business -
Which, of course, was when the gunshots punctuated the conversation.
"Well, one of those is Sky-" A quick glance around, then a look to Winter's newfound friend - he was a Noxite, wasn't he? "Sir, if I'm not mistaken, that's your shipmate shooting things, perhaps you could convince him to stop. And you, stranger, if you'll not stab me in the back I could use you at my side, we've a job to do. Quiet-like. Find that smoke and I'll meet you there, momentarily. Winter, with me."
Aamir's hand took the swordswoman's elbow, pulling her along quickly, his head bowed just for a moment to her ear. "Let's do a little task of our own. Bring her back to the Cloud Cutter, will you."
She'd understand, in a moment. Aamir led her to the oddly matched dancers, briefly touching the shoulder of the large Al-Ashtavahk man. His voice was low. "Sir. My apologies, I know we have not met, but I could use a man of your size. There's a fire - don't shout - will you help us put it out? Myself, and a man with a metal arm, we're going to try to solve it before there's a panic. And just in case - miss, I hate to ask this of you, but my companion is blind. Can you lead her safely out?"
He gave a nod to the man that winter had been speaking with as well - there was no shame in being a deck hand, after all. He'd started out that way himself, and worked his way up over time. Much like anyone else, he supposed, although some lines of work were more cutthroat than others.
"Let's enjoy the evening while we still can." Eliza had gone over to dance with the woman Sky had been pretending to be, and Aamir watched them for a brief moment before letting his gaze linger on some of the others. There was a huge Al-Ashtavahk dancing with a tiny... was that one of the Aos Gaotha? Truly? Here, of all places?
Interesting! Though the size difference was almost comical, but they made it work. He smiled briefly, more to himself than anything, then drew his attention away once more as another man walked up. Aamir's eyes drifted over the mechanical arm, unsual make. He'd like to ask about it, but that usually wasn't considered polite, and they were at a fancy party and all.
He raised a glass nonetheless. "I can't say I'm the finest company anywhere, but I'd be happy to raise a glass anyway. Do I know you, sir?" He didn't, or at least he hoped he didn't. If this was someone's father, things were about to get awkward, and there were certainly a great many fathers the man could have been.
Well, as long as he wasn't a grandfather, Aamir could deal with it well enough. He'd just opened his mouth to inquire further and try to find out whose daughter this fellow had and whether he was about to be expected to propose or anything equally horrifying, when an unmistakable scent began to tickle his nostrils.
One did not last long as a pirate without knowing the scent of smoke. Winter had probably smelled it first. "Smoke." He didn't ask, because it wasn't a question. Suddenly, this was a matter of business -
Which, of course, was when the gunshots punctuated the conversation.
"Well, one of those is Sky-" A quick glance around, then a look to Winter's newfound friend - he was a Noxite, wasn't he? "Sir, if I'm not mistaken, that's your shipmate shooting things, perhaps you could convince him to stop. And you, stranger, if you'll not stab me in the back I could use you at my side, we've a job to do. Quiet-like. Find that smoke and I'll meet you there, momentarily. Winter, with me."
Aamir's hand took the swordswoman's elbow, pulling her along quickly, his head bowed just for a moment to her ear. "Let's do a little task of our own. Bring her back to the Cloud Cutter, will you."
She'd understand, in a moment. Aamir led her to the oddly matched dancers, briefly touching the shoulder of the large Al-Ashtavahk man. His voice was low. "Sir. My apologies, I know we have not met, but I could use a man of your size. There's a fire - don't shout - will you help us put it out? Myself, and a man with a metal arm, we're going to try to solve it before there's a panic. And just in case - miss, I hate to ask this of you, but my companion is blind. Can you lead her safely out?"