I don't know if the humble request to visit Yaren and inform the Corsairs there that the cake is a lie before blowing up the depots with the recently delivered supplies was a joke, but it wasn't bad at all. Yet, what I'm talking about is offering my hands for tightening the noose around the neck of the wannabe Cretan heroes or baking them with antimatter.

But anyway, mercenary always needs to make a choice between friends and foes, right?