Recent content by Móirne

"Sure," Móirne said. She pushed herself up from her seat and turned towards Diedrick. "Let's go." Móirne was relieved; she wouldn't say so, not even under the effects of torture, but she was. The tavern had quickly begun to feel claustrophobic. She was glad to finally have an excuse to leave...

Móirne followed the conversation, absentmindedly counting the criminals located in the tavern. There were two to the left. One was a man with curly brown hair tied back into a tight ponytail and a scar that stretched across his face, beginning at his top right cheek and ending under his left...

Móirne nodded and forced her face to relax. It wasn't Finnegan's fault that she saw only saw other men when looking at him, the men that had made her so uncomfortable back in her youth. She tried to soften her eyes. Móirne could only hope that he understood her intentions. Móirne smiled and...

Móire retrieved the parchment from the table and haphazardly stuffed it back into her pocket. Mute had given it his stamp of approval. Unfortunately, she knew she couldn't pound Cheever's face beyond recognition if she wanted to keep her bounty. Truly regrettable. Móirne snorted. Then, she...

Móirne listened with interest as Urchin enthusiastically explained the plan, pausing every once in a while to glance at Mute. The man would nod or make another gesture, and then Urchin would continue; it was a good system. She idly tapped her fingers against the table. Móirne nodded. Then, she...

Móirne turned to face Finnegan and frowned. The compliment, though no less appreciated, was less impactful when coming from a stranger. Sure, Urchin was a stranger too, but at least he wasn't calling Samara that ridiculous pet name. Móirne snorted, lips curling upward. Urchin's remarks were...

Móirne glanced at Urchin. She didn't like her hair; it made her conspicuous and easy to pick out. Others thought it was weird. They whispered behind her back and speculated how a human could have such strange coloring. Her lips quirked in amusement. "Thanks, kid," said Móirne. She gestured to...

Móirne frowned and finished her drink. The universe truly loved proving her wrong. As soon as she'd thought she could get away with spending a few more minutes alone, a bunch of people had shown up and sat at Urchin's table. And, considering the job, she doubted any more would arrive. She...

Móirne idly swirled her ale in her hand before chugging it and slamming the empty mug down on the counter. She pushed it towards the bartender and glanced at the man next to her. If he was asking about Urchin, he was probably also contacted about this job. A mercenary, perhaps, or maybe a bounty...

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