*Jorgen's men slide a plank of wood to connect the two ships
*Sedhar and some of her guards cross the bridge
*Jorgen holds his arm out
*Sedhar stares at him
Sedhar:Where I come from men and women do not shake hands. Typically a man kisses the hand of a woman.
Jorgen:That is a Lady, and in my Kingdom you are not such a thing. You are a slaving priestess. Or so you say.
Sedhar:Would you like to see the shackles to prove it?
Jorgen:*chuckles
Your accent, is one a southern island?
Sedhar:Indeed.
*smiles
Now, may we pass?
Jorgen:What are your orders?
Sedhar:I dont think you understand me clearly. I am under payment of the Queen. Not some sailors and mediocre soldiers.
Jorgen:I am the Queen's Hand!
Sedhar:Then you should know I was hired to take the prisoners that you were supposed to have already.
Jorgen:Where is the royal order then?
Sedhar:I do not live in Frestos, I was bound by coin not by words on a parchment of a Queen I do not serve.