exit stage left

Tyrian limped into the meeting. He stank of grass smoke and was caked in ash, but he was more or less in one piece. All of the important parts were there, at least. He...had just had an adventure to say the least.

He paused once to cough and spit grey stuff into the grass and then carried on his way, somehow managing to keep his head high. Tyrian might not have thought much of Sparrow’s claims about being a pirate, but he could appreciate the swagger they were supposed to have coming down from a hair raising ordeal. They’d had an ordeal so it seemed only fitting he act the part. And he absolutely had to outdo his niece.