"To stumble upon a human freely traversing Xadian seas, how intriguing," Finnegrin mused, his hand gripping your chin as he scrutinized your face, humming. "There's a hint of talent about you. I shall retain you."

The towering elf directed you toward one of his men, instructing your transformation into elven attire and assigning you tasks. A man of Finnegrin's ambitions wouldn't dismiss the prospect of a capable new crew member merely due to the trifles of your humanity and unwillingness.