Melior looked at his companions, and decided that they had a decent chance of originating from the ship he was against helping. Logic resulted in knowing that it would probably be better to have some allies, and that they would not be accepting his company if they possessed such a reason.
"Oh, the captain and I had a disagreement. And as he had a ship full of crewman to make his wants occur, and since I had paid him in advance, he decided that since he wasn't getting his way in our intellectual debate, the suitable course of action is dumping me on this insignificant flea-speck of an island."
Melior moved closer to the fire, so the shadowy, flickering light danced over his countenance.
"Or... Is it? I believe I read somewhere in my youth that this island, part of the Shattered Archipelago, is not as insignificant as its mere 90 by 14 mile perimeter would claim. You see, a century ago, the greatest explorer of the age, Francisco Dreillilllidor, set out to these here island, after escaping the mad Troll-Lord Hothen with a detailed topographic map of the area and a chest full of loot.
"Francisco mapped numerous islands in detail before coming to this one. His crew saw his return when he was screaming and running in terror from threats that weren't there. He was driven mad by the experience. Of course, he was gibbering about a fantastic treasure, heaps of gold and jewels, beyond anyone's wildest imaginations."
He paused, and glanced at Lumori. "Perhaps not beyond yours, though, pickpocket. Your kinds' dream far too much of other people's wealth as it is; I shouldn't be encouraging you now."
"But where was I? Ah yes, heals of gold. You three, well, us four, are all all ready stranded on this island anyway. We might as well get filthy rich while we wait for rescue, eh? And who knows? I might chance upon some magic that might allow us freedom from this sandy prison."