Relic Hunters (Season 7): Half-Orc and Ford

It has been several days at sea since they picked up the slave on the open seas. At first she was crammed in a small cage with many others. Now there is just one. An unsellable load of cargo with room to finally sit down in the hold's cells. There is the sound of loud thumping outside as the resident golem approaches. An exchange of words. The unlocking of a door. "Five minutes," says Greenheart, the old man serving as one of the appraisers of the pirate vessel's 'haul'.
"What?" replies the creature staring down at the old man as the door opens. His voice deep and unearthly.
"Five... minutes? Time. How much time you have. To do the thing. With the girl." Yes this could sound a lot worse as an old man argues with a metallic behemoth at the end of an open door.
"That I get, why five minutes? Most everyone is asleep. There are no patrols. You are the guard," bellows the machination.
"What are we talking about, again?" Greenheart asks.
Ford steps inside the cargo hold where the prisoners are also kept. He tells Greenheart as the door is being shut, "Just... knock if anyone is coming." With that he turns and approaches the cell where the woman is being held. He wheezes in a deep lung full of air, assuming it has lungs, and exhales it. "I'll shoot straight with you. You are on a pirate ship. You are a slave, cargo to be sold in less than a days time. If, and I stress if, they can sell you at all. This is how things are right now. There is an opportunity to change all that. Are you interested?"
She nervously fidgets in the wooden seat. Her hands are clenched in fists and locked together with heavy dwarven steel chains. Looking down at her companion she leans as close as she can and obviously whispers something to the weasel before casting casting her head down in embarrassment. Pause for a moment longer she finally speaks. " I'm sorry to correct you but I'm not a slave I'm currently a prisoner and I don't plan on being one for much longer. What do you have to offer? "
Ford looks at the women where she sits. In chains. "Funny. That's exactly what I came to ask you. Though, I asked you a question plain. And answer plain I seek. If we can't come to this accord, I have other plans to make that do not involve a disillusioned 'prisoner' that does not see that I can snap this ship in half with my foot." Tapping his finger on his side, the metallic 'twang' echos like a steel drum.
Looking into the metal creatures face she tilts her head and rasies an eyebrow. Thinking for a few moments. Then suddenly clicks her tounge and yells with excitement " YES! " And after that out burst she stares at the metal man with large wide eyes awaiting new information.
Its hard to tell if Ford blinks. Or raises an eyebrow. He has a perpetual poker face by design. They didn't think to give him enough modulation in his voice to convey the best tone. "We are now a step closer in our conversation and two steps backwards in our plans if that woke anyone. At night. When people sleep."
"As such, the short version. I know this ship has a dinghy, a smaller vessel to go shoreside, and on the cover of night it can comfortably take four people. I have large arms. I do not tire. With our distance to the shoreline, I can row there before the ships realize what has happened and would be able to fire upon us in the dark. High probability. This assumes you have capabilities to aid in that plan. Capabilities which does not involve raising your voice."
Noticable excited now she leans as close as she can to the corroded metal bars in front of her. In an exaggerated whisper obviously toying with the Metal Man " I would be amazing help. The only problem is I am without my weapeon. Obviously I'm some kind of threat otherwise they wouldn't go to such trouble of securing me" jestering to the chains the bind her hands. " you will gain an invaluable Ally if you are able to free my friend and I as well as provide me with my Spellbook"
"Half orc with the ability to to stab and beat things and yell," the metal man replies. "Traditional." Ford turns around and heads back towards the door. "Spellbook," he thinks audibly. "Ah. Add 'Magic' to the list."
Opening the door, the metal forged man looks to Greenheart who is reading a book. The two 'men' talk for a short time on the merits of unlocking the woman's cage and retrieving her belongings. Can't appraise without a demonstration. Although Green presses to wait until dawn, he quickly forgets that it is a good idea and gives Ford what he wants.
After several minutes, the metal man returns to the cargo room with a backpack in one hand. He places the pack of her belongings on a crate, fishing out a keyring. "The boat will be ready in a few minutes," he says as the cage unlocks. "You'll want to be there when it is," he bellows, tossing the keychain over for her to address those chains. He doesn't believe her for a moment that she is an 'Ally' beyond temporary measure. Either a fine distraction or capable enough to make it to the boat when he is done prepping it. Leaving the magician to her vices, a metal hand points to the bag on the crate, "Your stuff is over there." Not even a good luck out of him.
The sentient construct goes with Greenheart to the dinghy to prepare for a departure under the cover of night.
As Ford exits the chamber Roya has freeded her right hand from the chains. With the freed hand she gives him a half salute and Speaks just slightly louder then she should. " Roya Val-Hum at you service sir! "