Thallos took a short bow at the waist. "Noble Triumvirate." He proclaimed.
Spending a millisecond to glance at his palm, he continued. "I have returned with a report on the effectiveness of the crew, military functions, and capability of the Amino on her first voyage."
"Your requests to draw the attention of any pirates in he area were met with immediate readiness." He said, bowing at the waist again as he presented a closed set of papers, in which he had colourfully covered every detail about the ship's capabilities, from her minimum movement speed to how many soldiers had polished their boots before they clambered towards the mess hall. He had finalized it as the Amino had returned to port. "We were assaulted by the pirate vessels Mavara and Seree; the former heavily damaged and the latter sunk. Her remains are now overtaken by the storm."
"I will say," Thallos began, in an uneasy but still jabbing tone. "Communications with the pirate monarch may become a bit strained after this." He knew it was a bit foolish of him to imply that the incredibly dubious relationship between his superiors and the pirate king was anything short of brutal, or that the two had dared to send any contact between each other for some time (to his knowledge) but it was no secret that Thallos detested the war as it pulled from a finite supply of resources, and considering the pirates far beneath himself and his species, saw no reason to bother with them.
Regardless, he dared to hazard such a statement with the concern that antagonistic advancements may escalate further now that one of the pirate ships was sunk so far from their city.