Garrison smiled, scanning Nathaniel's small body. He was small indeed, much more than even the smallest of his crew. "Well, I run a very tight ship." He said. "If anyone gives you a hard time, you come right to me. I don't allow harassment by anyone. And if you feel threatened, just tell me. Most of these men are here to be paid, not out of loyalty to me. If any of them act up they know they're off and their pay is kept." He rested his hands on Nathaniel's shoulders. So very small. Was his entire race this delicate? Just how soft was he elsewhere?

Garrison blinked, ears going back. "Well. If anyone tries to hurt you or threaten you, like I said, come to me or Addias. He'll bring you to me if you can't find me on your own." He nodded sternly, then stood. "Come along, then. I'll show you the usual areas, and the store rooms and supply areas." He pulled open the door, waiting for Nathaniel to join him.