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Admittedly, Sajah had not yet even considered Yael. In his defense, the island hadn’t really been brought to his awareness properly until after attaining their freedom and even then, it still struck him almost as more myth than reality—though he knew it existed. Talk of it simply seemed so bizzarre, and he had never actually met with anyone from there, leaving it all to feel largely unreal.

Nyko did not stay on topic for long though, and Sajah’s eyes flicked up as Nyko turned, wind gusting over the beach and stirring the blue strands of his hair into a dancing frame about his body as he walked.

The local talent.

Unbidden, Sajah’s mind returned to the bar scene prior to Leukos’ domination of it, filled with unimpressive drunks and occasional squawks of loud voices or bashed mugs. The rest of the town smelled like fish and sea salt, and he wasn’t sure which part of ‘local’ the ‘talent’ portion was meant to come from, but—he nodded.

«We should begin spreading the word.» He tipped his head. «But first, we ought to return most of this coin to our room. I would prefer not to lose it all the same way it was earned.»

Better their skills or leave.

Sajahka snorted softly, but kept a subtle smile, amusement in his eyes. Nyko at least was optimistic, and that was likely the best start they could hope for. He did not know what to expect. ‘Greatness’ certainly was not it, but how far short of it would their auditioners fall? He could only begin to guess. He did not suspect there would be a great plethora of respect in them for the all knowing leadership of a sixteen-year-old recently-escaped-slave turned singer/band leader.

But there was no harm in basking in his friend’s optimism.

When Nyko’s arm looped with his, he glanced there, and then up to his flushed face, but since, ‘You smell amazing…’ didn’t seem to need saying — and his arm was busy regardless — he left Nyko to his moaning and misconceptions. It did nothing to spoil the view.

At the latter question though, he flashed a brief, cocked grin. «One is enough of me, I think. I wouldn’t want a thief among us. He might rob us blind.»

“Mm.” Sajah certainly felt no need for aid in his side of their business endeavors. If Nyko wished to have a performance troupe, then the ‘troupe’ portion was necessary—they would be part of the performance and work in conjunction, presumably. How exactly would likely be a matter of who they found. But in regard to non-performance activities, additional involvement would, in Sajah’s opinion, be more likely hindrance than help, and cause for suspicion at all times besides.

He wouldn’t have trusted himself if he were anyone else. He saw no reason to trust others who engaged in similar activities.

At, What if I trained to help? however, Sajah’s lips curved up, amusement sparking in his eyes—fortunately, it didn’t make itself vocal. Instead of commenting on what a sight the thought made, however, he just nodded. «You should carry a knife. We can train, if you like.»

Nyko wouldn’t likely ever be a formidable foe in combat or a master of stealth, but now that they were set to fend for themselves in the world at large, it would put him at ease to an extent—and in that way perhaps even ‘help’ him at his job—if Nyko had on him a weapon that he had some idea how to use. For now, he was content returning to their space and storing the spare coin away to give his friend a rationed portion for spending money. Later, though, perhaps he would remind Nyko of the idea and see where exactly they were starting, so far as skill and 'sticking with the pointy end' was concerned.