"Sol?" He chuckled. "I'll give him this. He's dedicated to his craft. It means he doesn't get out much, but anything you bring him will be put to good use."

His smile lingered and he took a long swallow of the ale. "Good. I plan on holding you to that, Sera." He settled a little further down and stretched his legs out, looking up at the star speckled sky. His head rested against the mast behind him, and he let out a sound of contentment. His limbs felt heavy and relaxed, both from their previous activity and the alcohol. He took the last bite of his cheese and licked his finger free of a couple of little crumbs.