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A throaty chuckle went bubbling from the redhead's throat. However, it was with a certain wryness that she replied with, "There are many sorts of graves. Some are worse for the dead as they are for those left alive." Cryptic, but there was a certain edge in her voice. Emerald eyes would...

The corner of her mouth twisted in a seemingly telling upward curve. "Yes," there was no need to lie. "A former acquaintance has an item that belongs to me. I only just received confirmation on his whereabouts. I seek to reclaim it." Her hand came down, fingers starting a small drum upon...

At Brandar the Burned 's query, Dangeruese would respond, gesturing with her left hand. "You could say that this particular island has difficulty in anyone reaching its shores." Her head went canting to the side, revealing the smooth curve of her jawline illuminated by the lantern's glow...

"Let your men enjoy the next two days," she told him, leaning back on her wooden chair. Fingers went curling along the pewter pint, bringing it up to her lips to drink deep. "On the third, our I'd like to head to our first stop, an island off the coast of Fal'Addas."

There might have been a flare of an emerald glow within the redhead's eyes, or perhaps the manner by which the oil lamp cast its light might have something to do with it. Either way, as the corner of her mouth, drew up in a twitch, she extended a leather-gloved hand over towards Brandar the...

There was a look there. One that flickered an interest at her query. That he accepted meant one of two things; he was someone she'd have to keep an eye on for a potential betrayal or he was willing to do that and more for the coin. It could very well be a mixture of both. As it was, as long as...

Brandar the Burned A slow, knowing grin would curve upon the woman's lips. For a brief second, one would think that her eyes gave a flash of an emerald glow. Perhaps it was the light of the candles or lanterns. "Fairtrade. There will be a series of five stops," she told him, gesturing with...

"You'll be well paid," Dangeruse told him plainly, her fingers tracing along the rim of the pewter mug. "A thousand gold coins. Five hundred now and five hundred upon completion." There was a no-nonsense quality to her. From her appearance, she couldn't be older than in her mid-twenties...

Brandar the Burned A tanned hand, calloused and weathered by time spent at sea gestured for him to sit. From under the brim of the hat, eyes as deep of a green as emeralds would reflect back at the man. Quiet observation would go sweeping over Brandar, first impressions were important...

Brandar the Burned One had to hand it to the Half-Orc; he managed to hold his ground while staring at the towering man with a series of burn scars marring his face. He polished a mug, putting two and two together with the job ad, his olive complexion twisting into a frown. There was no...

Brandar the Burned The tavern was thick with pipe smoke, sweat, and fatty tallow from the lanterns that illuminated the figures within. All of about a dozen patrons were there, some smugglers, some pirates, along with everything else in between that would rather stay out of the spyglass of...

Bayou Garramarisma The Burrow Brandar the Burned The heat that permeated within the bayou was enough for anyone to drown out of water. It clung to the skin, saturated clothing, and drained the bones' sweat, culminating in an uncomfortable, humid environment. It was the perfect environment for...