"I can't tell if you're auditioning for my crew or if I'm auditioning to be your captain. It's a fun fucking time though." Deciding against tip-toeing around the obvious lines of questioning that were being lobbied between them both. It was no doubt the funnest interrogation he'd been a part of so far. "I didn't have much choice in becoming a pirate, you know fate and what not, as a monk I'm sure you have an interesting take on that."

Both began to traverse the steps that laid between them and their destination, little inclination as to what they would actually find once they reached the top. "On a more personal level, I'm a pirate because often times chaos is a bigger proponent of change, not structure." A dull tone to his eyes as he looked onward, no jest in his words as they moved forward in unison. "What made you choose monkhood? Or are you even actually a monk at all?"

A question that had been present in his mind since early on in their conversation. Anyone with a keen eye would certainly find more interest in the why behind his appearances versus simply his appearance itself. Had he strayed from the path? Was he here to convert others? Or was he just something else entirely?

"Filth is subjective." The statement short and precise as they neared the end of the second step of stairs, only a stone's throw away from the door. "You first have to determine who, or what is clean. And to be honest my good friend--" His arms reaching forward, opening the two doors that previously blocked their vision of the gambler's den. "You can't get much cleaner than carnal pleasures. At least you know what the person is after."

The audible thud of both doors colliding with the walls beside them as they were forced opened would have normally garnered some attention from the folks already inside. Their timing would prove that assumption wrong. They would enter to the sight of a body being carried away, no doubt a result of something that only recently happened on the second floor, how else would a dead guy get in here after all? The hustle and bustle of workers removing the body would be drowned out by the call for another round, the origin point of the demand would be a table in the corner of the room. The same direction the body came from. Coincidence? I think not.

Whatever occurred previously didn't seem to bother the others too much, they still appeared to be playing whatever game suited their fancy. Seemed as perfect place as any to immerse themselves in whatever debauchery Greenie Pass had to offer. "Heh, like I said Ei, you just might get both." Directing his attention to Davy and the others as the drinks the boisterous man previously requested for all were brought to them.

Their timing just kept getting better and better.