Anesa
"I apologize for my friend." She was speaking calmly to an octopus head gentleman who seemed to own the restaurant. "I was unaware that he was without funds when he made such grand purchases, although I cannot say that it is without merit. The food was quite delicious."
There was a gurgling sound emanating from the man, an amused laughter. "Ahh, while I appreciate the compliment it is true that you owe use quite a debt. And while a lovely pair of ladies such as you and your friend could certainly earn great deal of money, I'm sure you would prefer another method. Going from your attire and the ship outside I'm quite sure that you're combat capable and are seaworthy. So I will ask a favor of you. I need you to kill my father."
The glare of his eyes intensified. Across the building a voice boomed into Lorenzo's head along with information about the path from the washed to the room they were in. "Please, come to main office." It was a rather nice one too. There was a large amount of relics from the ocean, fossils, anchors, and several tanks of water with exotic fish in the back. A large, polished wooden desk with a rather lovely drakeskin chair was what the gentleman was sitting behind, and Anesa was in a similarly nice chair in front of him with an empty one to the side.
LorenzoThe pirate gulped, but put the plate he was washing at place and followed the order. Before he left, he threw the towel at a crab-man's face and grunted bitterly, rubbing his poor hand. "Your turn, sucker." The crab man stayed silent, but wished eternal and painful death over the impudent human before going back to work.
As Lorenzo walked, a termite hopped on his finger and whispered to him. Thus, his stride turned more and more confident. His grin turned wide, huge, and he slammed the door open with his two hands in a grand entrance before utterly denying the bold voice he snooped on with glee.
"Kill your old man? Ha! You must be kidding me. Sorry, even when it comes to paying debts, I don't go that far. If you can't hold a knife with your own hands don't dirty others you slimy co-"
He blinked. Once. Twice. For one he didn't think his buddy was there. For second, he really didn't like the look of that sonuvabitch's face. But he guessed if she was there he'd have to behave.
"Well nevermind then. Don't bother re-iterating, I have bigger ears than yours." He frowned and hopped on the chair, glaring down with crossed legs and arms the whole time. Somehow, the sight of the boss had gravely soured his mood.
"So. Is your pops, uh... octopus-y?"