Salem had spent a second trying to memorize the locations of the ships on Myitt's map, then headed down the ramp. He'd made it almost to the bottom before Ossanlin had accused him yet again. He wasn't making any progress like this. The gathered crowd was apparently going to make things difficult for him, one way or another. He was beginning to feel exasperated. Normally, this situation would exhilarate him, but normally he wouldn't have a dying bounty hunter in need of medicine to take care of. Still...
"Ah, I see," he said, keeping his voice calm and continuing to move Keshin towards the first ship, "everything is Keshin's fault, and now that he's too unconscious to be causing trouble, somehow, I'm to blame. I suppose his injury is my fault too?" he said, nodding towards Corliss. "You're a mob. Stop deluding yourselves that you're doing the right thing. I count six of you, all armed, all ready to gun me down at a moment's notice. I'm the only one here who hasn't threatened to shoot someone." He looked directly into Ossanlin's main eyes as he continued walking. "You especially, War Prince. You offer to let Keshin live, only to let her kill him? Or to let two lives be lost because you wouldn't let me give Joanne medicine? You're a hypocrite of the worst kind. The kind that still believes he's helping."
He kept his eyes down and continued walking, pushing Keshin. He was now off the ramp, and walking through the dirt near Ossanlin. "Let me through," he said, still trying to keep his voice level.
