Editing Maro (section)

===Character Questions===
*''Did you sail for any time with the Mitran captain, Maro? How long has it been since he saved you from the island?''
Not long. Would've stayed longer. The captain was no fool; he knew who I was, but he still thought no one ought die alone. Would've taken me on as crew, no question. The problem was the rest of 'em. He was kind and generous and they knew they weren't going to find a better man to sail with if some Dagon-damned pirate slit his throat one night. Would've had be overboard, if I wasn't keepin' an eye out. So when we got to port I took my leave 'fore they got lucky. He pressed a few coins in my hand, said Messantia could be rough for a stranger. Didn't laugh out loud. He deserved that much.

*''You grew up in Tortage, a city that hardened naval officers have nightmares about. What are your impressions of Messantia, supposedly the richest port city on the Western Ocean?''
Prettier than any port I called on as a corsair, I'll give it that. Sailed enough to know every port ain't Tortage, but it doesn't feel right. Stalls with no guards, and merchants that'll turn their back on you to fetch something. Streets with folks walkin' alone without so much as a knife on 'em. Gives me an itch, like I'm lookin' at bait in a rattrap. I'm sticking to the quarters where the merchants keep a hand on their blade when they dicker and folks watch their backs, like normal folks do.

*''What's next in your plan for vengeance?''
Live. Eat, today. Make some gold. Make a name. Can't get a crew 'less you got a name. Gold, too, but the name's the thing. Keep a sharp eye for shark's teeth. Make the bastard talk 'fore I kill 'em, next time.

*''And how in the hells did a no-prospect scoundrel like you fall into a share in the Scato's last ship? Gambling winnings? Paperwork you pulled off a corpse on the docks? Or are you helping Verania Scato earn her family's business back, and a share in the ship was the only way she could pay you?''
Gambling, I think. The other player was an illiterate old drunk who thought the valuable thing was the scroll case it was in. Claimed he found it mudlarking. When Maro found out Verania didn't have the cash to buy him out, he decided he's going to have to protect his investment, whether Verania wants it or not. Might be a few bodies in the harbor she doesn't know about.