“Why do you think Jack Flame is my enemy?”
Okay. So there’s a lot about the situation you don’t know. Of course, he could also be trying to bluff you – sure seems like something Razor would do if he thought you were aiming to curry favor with him.
And when Razor asks you a tough question where you don’t know what answer he’s looking for, you give the answer you have and hope for the best.
“Because I assume that you, or at least the Lady, would oppose him breeding sea terrors.”
He seems to be thinking now. Then he calls inside.
“Harbottle,” he says, in a calm and utterly terrifying tone of voice. “Come out here.”
Wasn’t there an older grebling at the camp by that name? Could be the same one for all you know. It’s definitely a grebling coming out, one who looks even more frightened than you would be under the circumstances.
“Is there a problem, Mr. Drake?” the grebling asks nervously.
“Remind me, Harbottle,” Drake says. “You joined that theater troupe as a way of keeping an eye on Jack Flame, didn’t you?”
Gods, he keeps reminding you of Razor in the most unsettling of ways.
“Then how did you neglect to inform me that he was breeding sea terrors?”
The look on the grebling’s face tells you a lot. That they’re terrified of Drake, but even more terrified of someone else. Or maybe something else.
You feel sorry for the little fellow even though you have no idea what they did. Maybe there’s a way you can defuse this a little. And, if you’re lucky, get some information out of them.