[He doesn't quite laugh. Not because it is silly, what she's said; any time Yseult has indulged in storytelling, Darras has looked over at her with a surprised grin, pleased and proud and ready to encourage this indulgence. He's wearing the ghost of that grin now, alone in the tavern. He gives the crystal another idly spin on the tabletop.]
You'd believe it of a pirate or you'd believe it of me?
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You'd believe it of a pirate or you'd believe it of me?