The remaining crew of the [Conch] lost all will to fight when they saw their captain dead, and one by one, they jumped into the sea.
Anse did not pursue them. Ordinary crewmen gave too little experience; it was better to loot the spoils than waste effort chasing them down.
He swept his gaze around. Ragnar and the others were finishing off survivors, checking the cabins, and soothing the civilians. Not far from him stood a middle-aged man in robes, holding a rapier.
The man had rushed over to help when Anse fought the captain of the [Conch], but the battle had ended too quickly for him to get an assist.
This clearly was not the time to talk. After exchanging nods, the two went about their business.
Anse stripped the captain of the [Conch] bare and gathered every suspicious item together, not even overlooking his underwear or damaged leather armor.
A money pouch, two decent-quality magical daggers, enchanted leather armor, a belt pouch, and a palm-sized piece of... scaled dragonhide.
[Carved Scale Dragon Scale Amulet, Wondrous Item, Rare]
"These slave traders are way too rich."
At that thought, he could no longer sit still. He put away the items and hurried into the sterncastle, searching for the captain's cabin.
Yet the doors to every cabin stood wide open. They had clearly all been searched already.
"That was fast. They're this professional at looting corpses and scavenging?"
Thud, thud, thud. The middle-aged man strode over and casually tossed him a large bundle. "This is for you."
"Thanks." Anse had not expected the man to be so particular.
"Want to head up and talk?" The middle-aged man had a faint smile on his face the entire time.
"Sure." Anse agreed readily.
The two walked one after the other to