There was a curious exchange, then Jebb watched as the impossible structure slid itself beneath the waters, the waves consumed it along with the eerie turquoise warriors. Jebb was relieved by their absence, but unfortunately Kaynik's Coast was still occupied.
Despite these Offworlders coming to their aid against the Greenskins, Jebb could not shake the feeling his people had fought off one set of monsters by inviting new monsters to dwell with them. Their armour as dark the deepest caves and their weapons beyond anything the pirate lords of Rogue's Ocean could muster. Jebb couldn't help but feel despair on the edge of his existence at what their presence would mean here on Krillion. He at least knew he could kill an Ork.
Now they made their demands. They wanted him and his crew to join them, to serve them. The Quartermaster was all too eager to throw his lot in with them, and with him went the rest of the Kaynik crew, Flotsam crew, even Herren's crew. Jebb found his feet stepping forward too. His survival instinct creeping in. If he could feint his loyalty than perhaps they'd be chance for him to escape to Tiamat's Keep, he'd be safe there.
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