"Aye, pirates. Once upon a time there were hundreds of their number here, but you would not think it now, to look at this place." He cocked his head at the tavern patrons; nary a sailor in sight, and those that were were most likely crewman from merchant and slave ships, judging by their dress. Fashions hadn't changed so much that Adéwalé could not tell that apart.

Something Connor said threw him off, though, and he did betray his untimeliness by frowning in confusion, and asking, "Which war do you speak of?"