Chomper

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"Ah yes, the river pirates," you say, playing along and hiding your frustration. "That's a tale for another time, though. As entertaining as that story is, I think we have more pressing matters to discuss, don't we?"

The aristocrat huffs, clearly disappointed, but the chief nods in agreement. "Yes, Chomper. There are indeed more pressing matters at hand - like why you're here, and what you want from us."

You take a deep breath, preparing to negotiate your way out of this situation. You're a Falling Angel, a spell thief, and the child of Pon the Pirate - you've faced worse odds before.

"Lord Galimar?" You chuckle, shaking your head slightly. "No, no, I'm not so foolish as to pick a fight with a Stormraider lord. I'm not a warrior, I'm a survivor. I know when to fight, and when to run."

The chief grunts, leaning back in his chair. "A wise decision," he mutters, stroking his beard thoughtfully.

As for the old woman, you turn to her, giving her a sincere look. "We were lucky," you say, "Melaxu, Tamur and I. We found a hidden passage out of Fort Ulgas just in time to escape the destruction. We survived, but just barely."

You choose to leave out the part about Melaxu's philosophical arts. The less they know about her, the safer she is. And right now, her safety is your highest priority.