Luck of the Draw/Plot Details

Ratihb: Silence! Do not speak to your father in such a way.

Wasuhd: But he might be in big trouble! Someone has to help him!

Ratihb: There's nothing we can do about it. If I get involved, it'll just draw the Immortals' attention to me, and I'll never be able to do business in Al Zahbi again.

Wasuhd: But still...

Ratihb: Stop your whining and help me with the shop!

Qutiba: What was that all about?

Qutiba: Oh, I get it.
A moment ago, the Immortals came and arrested that guy's son, Mutihb.

Qutiba: He's suspected of having dealings with the corsairs...

Qutiba: The Immortals consider the corsairs their enemies.

Ratihb: Just forget about it, already.
That brat would just cause trouble if he were still here, anyway.

Wasuhd: Don't talk about Mutihb that way!

Wasuhd: If you're not going to help him, then I will!

Ratihb: Sorry you had to see that.

Ratihb: Seeing as I'm always busy with the shop, that kid's grown closer to his older brother than he has to me.

Ratihb: But his brother Mutihb's such bad news, I always expected something like this to happen.

Ratihb: He doesn't want his ways to rub off on his younger brother, so he orders me to keep his vile business a secret.

Ratihb: Of course, that kind of craftiness is incomprehensible to a child.

Ratihb: What am I supposed to do with that boy? He won't be able to do anything by himself.

Ratihb: Sorry, sir/ma'am, but I can't leave my shop. Do you think you could go check on Wasuhd for me?

He kept going on about some corsair...

Mafwahb: What am I saying... Do you even know what a corsair is?

I know...

All about corsairs!

Absolutely nothing.

Mafwahb: I won't have to waste my breath, then.
Those forsaken corsairs are the cause of all my headaches...

I know...

All about corsairs!

Absolutely nothing.

Mafwahb: Well, I suppose that makes sense. Your run-of-the-mill adventurer doesn't get much chance to rub shoulders with that lot.

Mafwahb: The corsairs are a bunch of miscreants who have been marauding around this area.

Mafwahb: Wh-what's that!?

Arzizah: Ugh...

Mafwahb: What the hell is going on?

Wasuhd: Mutihb!

Qultada: Let's get outta here!

Mafwahb: We won't let you escape! After them!

Qultada: Way to make an entrance, Immortals.

Qultada: While we'd love to stay and keep you company, I'm afraid we've got some business to take care of. If you'll excuse us...

Qultada: Regroup on the wing of the Seagull!

Yazquhl: Damn Qultada and his Seagull Phratrie...

Mafwahb: I apologize, Sir Yazquhl...

Yazquhl: Don't just stand there! After them, before they go too far!

Mafwahb: Yes, sir!

Ratihb: I don't know what you did, but he's been a great kid lately.

Ratihb: He's even been helping out with the shop...

Ratihb: Anyway, I'm sure something good must have happened.