"No, no no, though uh, noted." Erin considers informing him that he got a pretty fucking legendary death and then decides against it. "I'm talking life after piracy. Bowing out, y'know? Or, you know, not, there's been pirate emperors before. That lass out from China..."

Erin smiles over her drink in fond memory of beloved stories. "Anyway, that's the question. Y'know, a mercenary hopes to save up enough to retire and buy land or make a fortune and go merchant, a soldier wants a home to go to...what were you aiming at?"