He stood up on the crow's nest until he was confident they had a nice time frame for the job, gesturing to the man steering the ship - his first mate, a much older man named Jayce. They formed a good duo...one young and headstrong person and an older but wiser person was a good combination to have. Sage had learned a lot from Jayce - more than he'd learned from anyone else, except for maybe from himself.

As they approached the shore line, he climbed down, gesturing to his men to keep quiet as they got within hearing range. There was silence for a few minutes, the only noise from the crew, was the faint splashing of the water along the sides of the ship and a few creaks of the wood from their weight shifting as they prepared to attack. Sage watched, carefully, until the two women passing nearly directly in front of them were down the path a ways, before finally speaking.

"Go." It wasn't loud, wasn't violent. But simple. A command issued as he lept out of the boat and onto the dry ground, watching his men swarm the town. He waited, watching, until the gaurds started to come running. That was who he'd been waiting for, so he lept into action, dual blades moving through the air with effortless speed as he engaged all of them at once. That was the plan - as the most confident swordsman of the ship, and as the captain, he had the responsibility to protect his crew. So, he'd keep the gaurds busy while his men got the resources they all so desprately needed. Then, once they were safe and they had everything, he'd stop playing. They'd either die or run, and Sage and his crew would leave safely.

Sage had moved through the guards quickly, though of course more continued to take their place. You'd think they would learn, or at least try to adapt to do new tactics since he was killing off so many of them, but no. They just continued to swarm him. Or...rather, tried to. He was much quicker than they were - being part nymph helped, but mostly they were just big and wearing heavy armour. Normally those things were an advantage, but not with him. Here, they slowed you down. Got you killed. Eventually, he just....ran out of guards, though, and no more were coming. He sighed, moving to sort through all the pockets of the men laying around him, taking any money or things valuable from their pockets. He tossed it into a small bag and tossed it to one of his men, watching as they loaded many other things onto the ship.

A shout to the side did catch his attention, since it wasn't one of his men. It was a woman ...young, by the way her voice sounded. His pointed ears twitched slightly as he tried to judge where the sound was coming from, moving in the direction after a moment or so. It didn't take long, and he crept in from the side, climbing the gate and crouching above them, just watching the situation.

His men were clearly excited...pointed and laughing, talking eagerly amongst themselves. They'd moved closer, surrounding the two girls, clearly making them uneasy. He didn't act until the men actually reached for them, grabbing them roughly. He sighed then, hopping down smoothly with a quiet "enough."

His words weren't loud, it was more of a mutter than anything, but it held power that was unmistakable. His men stopped immediately, and when his gaze shifted to the hands that were still on the girl in front, it was immediately removed. "Anyone care to explain what's going on here," he asked, gaze flickering over the two women as if he was bored and then completely turning his back to them, ignoring the knife the one woman held. It was an easy target, yes, but the message was clear. He didn't consider her a threat. He didn't really care what she did. He was more annoyed that his men were clearly not following the rules and had gone off on their own.

They tried to give some sort of excuse, but since they all blurted out different things at the same time, he figured they were just being dumb. He watched them silently for a moment or so before simply saying "go back to the ship." They were clearly nervous as they walked away, and he let them be nervous. He'd punish them - not severely, he wasn't cruel. But they would have little sleep that night. Chores had to be done.

He turned back to the women then, and to the locked gate. "What kind of rich people can't manage to keep a spare key to their own home on them," he asked, a little more condescending than he'd meant to. Even so, he stepped forward, slipping the hairpin out of his messy bun, and using it to unlock the gates, tossing the chain to the side before replacing the pin in his hair and shifting to walk away. There was nothing more for him to do here. Honestly, he probably should've just left. He wasn't sure why he'd opened the gate for them in the first place.

Sage hadn't taken more than a few second to unlock the gate, but it was a chance for his mind to think over a few things and allow him to come to a decision. He was good at thinking quickly, solving problems in the moment. Granted, said problems were normally ones he out himself in in the first place, but that was more or less irrelevant. These few moments did hold some heavy questions though - these women had seen his face. They could easily point him out to the royal navy, or even some kind of bounty hunter who collected those with the blood of nonhuman creatures in their veins. It was dangerous for him to let them go. It was dangerous for him to take them with him. And he didn't especially want to kill them now....that would rather have made the past few minutes irrelevant and that would be annoying.

So, he simply unlocked the gate, turning around to give the woman an unimpressed look, crossing his arms over his chest. "You, apparently," he noted before sighing and adding, "You wear jewelry, no," nodding to the necklaces she had on as he spoke. "Put a key on one. Makes it easier to sneak back inside." His eyebrows lifted slightly as she mentioned him being rude, a slight flicker of anger rising in his gut, though of course he forced it down. He didnt like showing opponents his emotions. A poker face was better. "I just raided your village and you're concerned about a rude comment," he asked, though it was more rhetorical than anything. It was just...kind of stupid, he thought.

He'd made the move to leave when she spoke again, and he let out a sort of chuckle. "First of all, being a woman or man doesn't mean shit. Id kill you the same way," he started. He couldn't help but add an, "Are you offering," as well though, mostly meaning it as a joke, alibet a somewhat dry one. "I have what I need. There's nothing more to take that we might need." He wrinkled his nose slightly then. "An old family heirloom means nothing to me. It holds no value to anyone besides the family," he pointed out with a shrug. "Besides, we have all the money And expensive items from every shop in town. Even you can't beat that," he added, shoulder lifting in a sort of nocholant half shrug.

"Now, we're leaving, and you're going to go back in your fancy little house and try to use your brains to keep you and the rest of the survivors in this town alive until help arrives," he noted. "By then, we'll be long gone and you will not say a thing to anyone that describes this ship or crew, or we'll be back, this time with a goal far less .. lenient," he added. He kept his word too ...he'd have eyes on these girls. This town. He had eyes everywhere. Hidden ones. And if they told anyone anything, or tried to help anyone hunt them down, the whole town would die. He'd kill these two personally. But he'd rather avoid that, since some of his own men would die as well, and that wasn't really something he'd like to happen.

So, for whatever reason, he'd given them this chance. He told himself it was for the good of his crew. Deep down, he knew he was taking a risk. A large one. For all of them. Kilking these two would be easier..they'd be long gone by the time any help came. They'd have no clues. But he'd made up his mind. He wouldn't go back on his word, not now.