"Hmmm... well, even if I were t' tell ye where these Isles were, the chances that them remnants o' the Hammer will still be there when you arrive is well, slim and none. Boats are unreliable at best, dependent on good wind and currents for good time. And even then it'd take a fortnight by sea t' get there. No. Going like that would be a dangerous waste of time. No telling what they could do to a prisoner given that much free time." Noctus shakes his head solemnly. "No, I won't tell ye. It'd be hopeless if I did that."
Noctus turns his head to look Muuhl'to, a smirk spreading across his face. "I didn't say I wouldn't help you however! I'll do ye one better that telling you were them Isles are. I'll take you there. The Tempest can make that trip in jus' over a day. We still need to finish repairations however, and that'll take all o' the morrow. So we set out on first light the day after. Two days. 'Course ya'd have t' pay me. Not in gold no, but in work. You'll be helping with the repairs t'morrow. Hefting iron and wood if you don't have the skill with tools."
Noctus lets out a sigh. "But if you're intent on going alone I suppose I'd have t' give you the location of the Isles. You'd be mad though, t' go without the backing of o'er a hundred cannons, hundred 'n fifty arms, and a fast, flying fortress." Noctus extends his hand, waiting for a handshake, or a rejection of his offer. "So, what'll it be, plan on goin' her alone, or you gunna bring some friends?"