No Time to Relax
Back at the association building, the small bar was lively as the misses offered everyone a round of drinks, despite the displeasure of her husband.
At one end of the bar sat Zariff, Maynard, Rydel, and the old man. It seemed like they were all mooching off the chief's personal wine supply and enjoying themselves.
"Again, thanks Tomas. Without you, we may have lost that brat today. Here's to you!" Zariff raised his mug, leading the entire bar in toasting to the old sailor.
"Zariff, forget about it. Old pals are meant for these things. I didn't think an old man like me would be needed, but I guess the Royal Court's grudge against you is worse than I thought," said Tomas. "With the dock destroyed and my son practically guaranteed a court-martial, I won't be able to stay at the dock house anymore."