"To force (someone) to join a ship lacking a full crew by drugging them or using other underhand means."
Sometimes used less literally, in more of a "kidnapped into working for someone" way, but here Byrne is actually forcing Bryant to work for him on a boat and I thought the parallel was too...
So, does he really expect me to be there tomorrow? Just like that?
Well... I guess it's better than having assassins on my tail. I'll play along... for now.
At least I'll be back on the road. Kawliian accents might be sexy but I can't say the same for all the political bullshit.
Guess I...
Dart's pretty nearby... wonder what his stake in all this is?
Also, who's "We"? Byrne doesn't seem like the type to work with a partner... maybe he's already using the royal We? Maybe he's just nuts..?
"Councilor, I'm not sure what constitutes 'assistance'. What exactly do you want from...
"That's... almost everything I could want." Bryant leaned on the table. "But it's an offer that could affect a lot of people." Bryant jabbed his chin at the map. "I want to be sure that whatever happens, the city-states of the Badlands will stay sovereign. Make no mistake, Councilor... I know...
"Sure. Lots of old hardware, carved gems, Runestones. I mostly looked for things I could carry. Sometimes I'd find these strange masks, but nobody would buy them off me so I stopped taking them. Some stuff was too big for me to take, like statues or furniture. And every now and again, a ruin...
Bryant shot an acoustic leer right back through his blindfold and squared his shoulders. "That's right. I can see you mean business, Councilor, and I'm not one to dance around an issue. I'll tell you what I know, pure and simple. If you want, you can get your best Pink to check if I'm lying...
Bryant crossed his arms, raised his chin, and- No. As much as I'd love to remind this guy I'm not entitled to lick his boots, I also don't need to get in trouble right now. "That's right," Bryant said with a slight nod.