Castor offers him a nod and a forced smile while taking off a borrowed cloak from one of the sailors and adjusting a small iron axe at the side of his belt in order to perhaps hide his distress and relief that he was finally on solid ground and would not have to feel the cold winds of the sea anytime soon.
"I come in search of destiny and peace, good man."
"I pray you find it, would you be interested in an off-..." the well-dressed man would be cut off as Castor would chuckle and wave him off "I thank you for whatever that offer is, kind sir and perhaps one day I will be willing to hear it and even consider accepting it may it bring us both bounty yet on this journey that I am on, I cannot stop until I complete it as I took a vow before my ancestors."
With a sigh and an uninterested look in whatever Castor was blabbering about, the gentleman took off right after Castor was finished, perhaps taking offense in the fact that Castor would treat an aristocrat like him as an equal.
"Be it as you wish peasant..." he would mutter under his breath, the two men distancing from each other after the short-lived conversation.
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