Damian took a long look at all the British men. They didn't even introduce themselves.. And one of them even wanted Dreamlight for his navy. The Highswords beside Damian were already raising their eyebrows.
"Shouldn't you introduce yourself first before demanding our things?" Damian said, glaring at them but still keeping his voice neutral. "Or have I stumbled into a settlement of cavemen?"
Hearing him speak clear English and not even reacting slightly under the aim of over a hundred muskets, their eyes widened.
The guy in the navy uniform reacted first, flaring his mustache, a rush of blood reaching his face. "'Ow dare—"
However, a hand on the guy's chest stopped him mid-sentence. It was one of the civilian men. "No, Lord Anson. We are in the wrong 'ere. It is customary to introduce ourselves to our guests."
