"So your target is this pirate named Aldrick?"
As Renato listened to the explanation, his expression grew serious, and he said thoughtfully:
"The Flaying Grand Duke, Bhaal's Chosen One, an Ancient Magic Ship... He certainly sounds like a difficult target. Do you have any other information about him personally? His background, combat history, anything like that..."
Pye had been raising his cup for a drink, but at that question, the corners of his mouth began twitching involuntarily.
He had intended to use the Flaying Grand Duke's name to take this confident swordsman down a peg, to make Renato understand just how difficult this job would be and rein in that excessive confidence.
Instead, the gang boss suddenly realized that not only had the man shown no hesitation, he had actually begun considering how to deal with a notorious pirate who had ruled the waves for over a decade.
It felt as absurd as hearing two sailors reeking of booze earnestly analyze the plot of a literary work over a vomit-covered tavern table. Utterly ridiculous.
Pye's lips moved as though he wanted to say something, but in the end, he merely let out a long sigh and shook his head helplessly.
"Stop joking, Sir Renato. I'm now absolutely certain this is your first visit to the Sea of Archipelagos."
He had thought that meeting an arrogant noble from overseas meant he could finally resolve the problem that had plagued him for days. Yet seeing how little the man knew now made Pye question whether this would work at all.
"If the Flaying Grand Duke really came ashore, a little tavern owner like me wouldn't be the one worrying. The Governor of White Harbor would probably have his cannons set up on the docks already."
"Let's speak frankly. My target this time