Xalen: 'The old man was right, after all. There are lands other than Westeron, albeit far far away. It was fortunate I snatched a drake as a mount; although I could fly if I wanted to, this length would have strained me over my limits. Even though the wyrm itself is fatigued now, I must press on: I sense a great power literally calling me, from the North.'
Xalen: 'But what's that? Scallywags here?'
Captain Illustrious: 'Huzzah, mateys! Our recent raid on those pansy engineers was a sound success! Now we have our very own cannon! Drink and be merry!'
Matey: 'Arr cap'n, look at that! Some old fat bird is coming 'ere!'
Illustrious: 'Very well then, hic... Grumpy Joe, use that thing as target practice!'
Grumpy Joe: 'Aye-aye cap'n!'
Xalen: 'Not again.'
Illustrious: 'Well, that freak won't fly again! Huzzah!'
Xalen: 'You killed my mount. That was a huge mistake.'
Illustrious: 'What the- ATTACK!'
Dying matey: 'Aiiieee~'
Illustrious: 'Blast him!'
Terrified Matey: 'He's not getting hurt at all!'
Illustrious: 'Good grief, I'll need to get another crew once again.'
Illustrious: 'Okay, listen: I'm sorry! There's no need for more violence. I'm pretty sure we can work something out, right?'
Xalen: 'It's an eye for an eye; you took my ride, I'll take yours.'
Illustrious: 'The Skull Serpent! NOOO!'
Xalen: 'Get in the boat. You know these lands: you shall take me North.'
Illustrious: 'ME? A Captain?'
Xalen: 'You can always join your crew...'
Illustrious: *sigh* 'Fine.'
Illustrious: 'Anyway, you are-'
'Xalen. You need to know no more.'