[ There's a long-suffering sigh from his side of the crystal, clearly taking no joy in the being coy part, but he's doing what those with better manners asked of him. ]

Privateers. [ and the particular slant his tone falls in when he speaks the word makes it fairly clear what he means is pirates. ]

I've met Coupe, and I'm signed in with her Division. Some of the others went to Scouting and Diplomacy, but I can meet with her well enough for us all. As for assignments, our men could use one. They don't idle well, not without a fight or a prize on the horizon.

[ the prize part he's expecting will be less part of what the Inquisition wants, but what can he say? they're fucking pirates. they need some kind of fitting incentive to keep in line. ] For your issue on sailors, if you can find the men, we can train them.

[ it's the question of red lyrium that has him pause, uncertain. ]

Not that I can recall, but the retreat from Nascere was quick and chaotic. You might ask Max.