Mhavos figured the good captain was busy... captaining, whatever that entails, and leaves it at that. He goes back to work. At some later time-- a day, two-- his nose is predictably in a book.

"Please at least entertain the notion of knoc-" He looks up to see who it is, and clears his throat. The man is imposing, to say the least. Doubly so when you're barely five feet tall. "Yes- yes. I've heard his work referenced in others, but I've never been able to find a translation. I only speak Orlesian and Trade."