[The Bloody Bay Fleet]

Kelsey inspected the letter carefully, taking care-and a flashing dagger that appeared from somewhere-to gracefully lift the seal and read the contents of the letter. She hummed appreciatively and took another drink. "I'm inclined to believe that you are as loyal as you claim." She arched an eyebrow at the snickering, and had a soft smile in reply. "This is indeed all I require to trust you, for now." She looked away from her newfound informant and made a gesture at the mate that had sat with her. Immediately there was a release of tension as the gathered Fleet sailors averted their attention from the table, sensing that the threat had passed. Kelsey rose from her seat, and tossed a handful of gold onto the bar, and taking a key from the landlord behind the bar. She made a gesture for Aynia to follow her to a room on the second floor of the tavern, functional if not finely appointed.

"Very well, strange spy. Tell me what I must know, now that we are in a more... comfortable environment." The blades on her hips stood out against her frame, but she did not reach for them just yet. She appeared to be ready to retaliate, but trusting enough of the words and proof offered her.