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Mack had been trying to keep a low profile since his run in with Nicolas, though what he was seeing on the island made him feel that that was going to be more and more difficult if he actually set foot on the island ahead of them. Elves? Were his eyes playing tricks on him? Damned unfreindly lot at that. At best he'd expected, perhaps, an island of savages. At the moment, he thought he would have prefered the savages, though at least he could perhaps play the part of a trader well enough...or he thought he could.

Nicolas could sense some anger coming from Jamie Gallows nearby. By the glint in her eyes, the man could understand that she was not pleased with the situation. Clearly their plans had been changed, although this did not seem to bother Nicolas as much as his woman. He had claimed that this island visit would be the trip to change their lives, that with great fortune, he could purchase his own ship and crew and sail away with both Jamie and Cain. Now, with this woman challenging him, he only smirked. This woman had not stopped Nicolas, but only created an obstacle to move around.

Taking a step back now to allow the captain to speak, the elf watched in curiosity as to how Aiden would be handling it. Slight worry remained in the man's mind, though his captain had given him an encouraging nod earlier. He had no moment to speak with his captain or the discuss what matters would be appropriete. Nicolas felt he could handle the situation, but knew Aiden well enough to know that the brute of a man would feel disgruntled at the elf handling matters that were usually his own.

"Almost," Sione said under her breath, as to prevent the non-human creatures from hearing her words and take to fighting them. Although they were a sturdy bunch of pirates, surely they couldn't be a match for those creatures who out them by 4 to 1. This wasn't a good ratio to think about if they were going to preparing for battle. Moving her seaweed greens with its long eyelashes over the small crowd of the odd creatures that were apparently not humans by their standards. By the tone of the leader, whom she assumed was the leader that they held pride way too high in their group. Oh no, this wasn't a good thing at all for them if they were going to scavenge for the treasures.

The riff-raffs of the Falach Lasair need a new plan, a way to get around these creatures without them knowing. It will be hard, but surely it will be a challenge, but one she was willing to take on to get some respect for herself.

Aiden McCallahan was impressed at how careful Nicolas had been to preserve the ship and the entire crew. By the glint in the elves eyes, the captain understood that their plans had not been foiled and he would continue to trust the man greatly. Though in the back of his mind, he worried whether or not the man would stay, he hoped Nicolas would continue to prove how trustworthy he was - at least to Aiden.

The captain was among one of the last boats to leave the ship, ensuring that he could look over everyone as they safely made it to land. As his small boat knocked against the sand, he swore he could have seen some sort of shadow moving beneath the water. Shaking the thought from his mind, he continued onto the island. With a courteous bow, the man greeted the elves, offering a hand to shake and something bothered by the fact that the elves did not seem to understand this gesture. Trying to explain, the captain was cut off quickly as the red haired woman began to speak up. The man strained his ears to listen, but she was much farther ahead of the group. Feeling a great shove onto his shoulder, Aiden began to be led by the group of elves. They were brash, indeed. Aiden could already see the resemblance with Nicolas.

"You disagree? I've never seen a man with pointed ears, have you?" He pointed out, stubbornly. "They are not human, but from a distance, you might think so." His own jaw set at the bared teeth from Nicholas, though the bump had, coming unexpected, forced him to catch himself slightly. He was no expert in non humans, but they gave him pause, as did everything here, and Nicholas's open animosity. "This is the devil in the design. The most human seeming men I have known have been the least human." He explained to Nicholas, if the man would hear him. "Small wonder I do not know what to expect from our hosts." He was stiff shouldered again now, though he didn't attempt to shoulder the officer in return. His best defence was his words, and those were getting him into enough trouble, though he followed toward the boats as well with cautious obedience. He was fairly good at following orders, or he thought he did tollerably well, like with Nicholas, the best he could do was do what was asked of him, and maybe try and keep his mouth shut.
Still, he couldn't help but try and take a visual measure of himself versus the stature and build of their hosts, not so much out of hostility, but out of curiosity, not being aware that Nicholas himself was an elf, and his son half one, it was an moment of the extraordinary, to stand shoulder to shoulder with something not human, much as it was to serve under captain Aiden.
Such a rich island though, he was left baffled that they seemed to never have made an gesture to trade, or to do anything other than wrap this place more tightly in mystery. It was like something out of a fairy tale, if perhaps a great more bumping and shoving than there were in such tales, and the mention of the castle, even after the long march...how far had they walked?, ran an prickle of awe down his spine all over again, causing him to look up sharply from his more habitial downward stare.

Cain grunted as his mother basically shoved him from her back and he hit the ground with a thud. Her hand was then thrust into the middle of his back and he was forced forward, his large boots thumping against the forest floor. The boy pulled his bandana down a bit more. It was clear by the grin he wore on his face as he stared at the elves and the castle they now approached that he was more than excited to see the race his father had came from. They were a part of him too. Though, with that thought he was also nervous of what they were capable of with their drawn weapons and harsh shoves and un welcoming words.

Cain glanced back towards his mother as she whispered to herself. It had been something about a goddess. Well, he didnt understand. His gaze then forcused on the backs of the taller men and elves in front of him. It was aparent though, that they were looking at something amazing. Treasure? The half elf began to figit, wanting to shove past the legs of the taller adults in order to get a better view. He knew better. To leave his mothers presence would lead to lashings back aboard the shipa nd most likely would restrict him from further island visits.

The archers had been greeted by additional elves, these dressed much more finely than the first bunch that had brought the pirates to the island. Another clear difference from the first group was that these elves carried large blades within their hands or sheathed at their sides. Where the archers had bold, angered expressions, these guards appeared expressionless, which to some might have been more intimidating. Brushing the red haired woman aside was a red haired man. He was well built, muscled and equiped with a bow across his shoulders and a blade at his hip. There seemed to be a similarity between both he and the red haired woman.

Making his way before the pirates, the man cleared his throat and spoke aloud, "You have impressed me thus far remaining alive so long upon the island. I see you have been brought here by Callista. She has certainly made some sort of agreement with..." and scanning through the pirates, his eyes fixed on Nicolas, "..the elf. As I am certain she has explained, you will be led by both our guards as well as our archers. Any uncalled for movement may cost you a limb. I'd suggest you obey our orders at least until we have spoken with his majesty. Continue this way.."

Once he had finished speaking, the two large castle doors were opened and the group was shoved inside. They were not given much time to explore or look around. For living on a relatively small island, the elves appeared to have luxuries many others could not even dream of.