"If he can. If not, he said he would send a messenger and we would meet later." He pauses, and then seems to make a decision. He holds up a finger, and dashes towards the other half of the cabin, separated from the first by a thick, heavy curtain of brocade.
"Every time the ship is searched, they make comments. It is too royalist, they say." He says, returning and nodding towards the curtain. "I can only say it keeps the drafts out." He smiles as he sits back down.