Okay. Okay. The man who looks like an old-school Ninth House swordsman knows the pirate who looks a little bit like God.

That...tracks, honestly.

The sword lowers just a fraction, and Pal takes that as enough of a cease-fire to get rid of the entropy field. The air between them abruptly becomes less shimmery. "We've met, but I don't know him well. You're..." he searches for the potential appropriate word, given what little information he has, and comes up empty, "familiar with one another?"