Aramus wheeled around, his forearms going from being leaned on, to supporting his torso as he continued to lean on the railing, he frowned, he disliked these pompous nobilitas, but...well, who did exactly?
Sighing he stepped forward, D'Artagnan flying up above somewhere.
Moving towards the young noble he opens his arms "Ah, Welcome Master Meravanchi," he says bringing his arms down and nodding slightly, "From what I've heard, you have the best cabin already, big doesn't always mean better, believe me on that. Did you fund this directly from your personal funds? I thought your household funded the trip." he answers quickly, "Master Meravanchi, a boat is a small place, especially when one is....not being friendly, and might I suggest, you be a little more friendly? there are a lot of....brutes aboard, and while I will do my ever best to keep an eye out for you, I cannot be everywhere, this is no threat my young master, merely a truth of the world, I have lived long enough to learn this terrible truth, say, do you like fish? I could have my companion fish you out a fresh one and we can cook it up, nothing like a fresh fish cookout to even the playing field." he says with a grin.
With a whistle, he commands D'Artagnan to go fishing.