Sandry had to agree: he was a terribly strange example for a bloodthirsty cutthroat. An actor. With an unsure look to Daja, she nodded to the worker.

"I ah. Apologize for any misunderstanding on our part, then," she said slowly, obviously still trying to piece everything together herself. "Neither of us has ever experienced this...particular brand of entertainment before. We'll be on our way shortly."

With another glance at the pirate, then back to the handler, Sandry took Daja's elbow and directed her away. Once they were a safe distance from the patrons and the actor she allowed herself to breathe more deeply. "Pirates for entertainment? Some places are very strange indeed..."