Staelwyrn, owner of Summerford Farms, wishes to inspect your equipment and thereby gauge your readiness for the tasks he has in mind.
Staelwyrn: I’ve a mind to set you a task, Croix, but before I do, I need to be sure you’re properly kitted out.
Staelwyrn: Pirates don’t care to parley with dandies, you understand. It might well be that the ones here have traded in their cutlasses for coulters, but they’re still rogues at heart.
Staelwyrn: I know a solid set of gear when I see it. Come back when you think you’re more suitably equipped.
Staelwyrn: Let’s have a look at you, shall we?
Staelwyrn: Oho! As long as you’re this well covered, I won’t feel any guilt throwin’ you to the sharks.
Staelwyrn: Erstwhile buccaneers are an ornery lot. They rage in love for the sea, and care little for the laws of the land.
Staelwyrn: But they respect strength, and by the looks of you, I’d say you’ll have little trouble gettin’ their attention.
Keishinrei 