'Perfect Baldhead,' who had been leaping up and down the mast, directing the ship to circle the island and fire its cannons, froze for a moment before suddenly jumping down. He bounded back to the cabin door in three hops. "What's he trying to do this time? Who's he plotting against? Does it have anything to do with us?"
"It probably has nothing to do with us. I figure he really wants to fight a national war against Amn." 'Old School Striking King' pondered aloud. "Old Dog's past made him hate countries like Amn that don't treat women as people.
"Besides, he had a great time chatting with that Shar chosen of Amn last time. Maybe there's something going on between them.
"And wasn't he getting along pretty well with Hydra, too?
"I think Shar will definitely like him. Just look at Nasr—aren't their styles practically identical?"
'Perfect Baldhead' leaned against the doorframe and looked up at the sky. "That's true... They're all the type to smile brightly on the surface while stabbing people in the back... Dirty tricksters.
"I don't have any objections to dealing with Amn. Isn't Edna planning to go to Calimshan? We'll be passing by anyway, so maybe we can join in for a few rounds.
"Liuliu hates Amn, too.
"Ever since she found out how that fat pig Andru died last time, she's been muttering about how she really hoped that country would completely collapse."
"Then... should we try to drag this out for a few more days?" 'Old School Striking King' turned to look at Edna. "Edna, is that okay?"
"Of course! Take your time~ Take your time." Edna's eyes narrowed with a smile. "Besides, I'd like to see who wins between those female mages and Manx!
"I don't care what happens to Amn.