Bab 50: Brass balls... literally...

"A pirate? Now, that's a first," he said, his grin widening as he shook his head. "But no, miss, I'm no pirate. Though I admit, I do enjoy the sea—who doesn't? As for the sound you hear… well, that, my lady, is a little secret of mine."

Adrian and Lilith exchanged puzzled looks. "A secret?" Adrian asked, his curiosity growing.

Brass nodded, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Let's just say it's a part of me—something I carry with me everywhere I go."

Lilith tilted her head, her curiosity piqued even further. "A part of you? What do you mean?"

"It's quite the story, but if you want to know more… well, that'll cost you a drink," he replied with a playful wink.

Lilith chuckled, intrigued by his response. "Alright, you've got yourself a deal. A drink for a story."

Brass's laughter filled the room again. "I'll hold you to that, miss," he said, tipping an imaginary hat before he walked away, the clinking sound fading with each step.