On the deck of the Bargain of Ages...
Scott, his usefulness compromised by this latest turn of events, vents his great outrage!
"I knew the tickets were too cheap! Dammit! I demand compensation! I cite your incompetent lax in security leading to a gang of whoever duping innocent members of the public into handing over gold in good faith."
Sigmund opts to agree, though in a bit of a more reasonable tone.
"You should do something about our situation. We have been deprived of the money with which we could have payed an actual trip."
The lieutenant doesn't appear particularly empathetic.
"I don't see why we should compensate you for your own rather poor decisions."
Seeing that the events aren't exactly favorable at the present time, Morton speaks up at last.
"I'm dreadfully sorry, good Lieutenant, for the way my friend acted, but please, could we at the least know as to what transpired? We've lost good coin due to what seemed to be a fraudulent deal, and we'd greatly appreciate any information, at least maybe on the whereabouts of our fraud? We'd appreciate to get our money back at the least for your, and our, wasted time."
"To put it simply, you were scammed by somebody who pretended to be this ship's captain offering what seems to have been a very cheap price for a trip anywhere, capitalizing on the average citizen's ignorance of magical ships and their owners to obtain some easy money. We questioned said man several hours ago, and we managed to establish that he is in no way related to what we are investigating. And it is there that our interest in him ends and yours only begins. As a result, there is no overlap of interest between us. Now leave."
Just as she says that, Niklas and the amiable mage-hand walk out of the deeper recesses of the ship. Niklas supposes he hasn't missed much, really. And Mark's about to leave as well.
The lieutenant, seemingly remembering something, looks at the other mage-hand.
"Release the skeleton."
The mage-hand stops staring at Kevin and turns away, causing him to plummet to the deck. The jester lands rather well on the soft deck, sinking into the floor, then being unceremoniously pushed back out. Silly magical flooring.