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Monroe was dressed in leather armour, dyed black and near black red. There were more abundantly clear notions of her loyalty to the Yaegir, for the sigil of the Order had been branded into the back of her leather bracers, subtle against the belts attached to it to fasten into place on her arms...

It took every impulse to be fought for her to not roll her eyes at this man. Certainly was not the first time she had felt this way all evening. "Fine. Take your... half fee." Odd. Was it odd enough to warrant the look of doubt that sprang to her face? Perhaps not, but still, she regarded...

Monroe stared at him after presenting two items of his inventory. Perhaps she was spoiled with skill as a Yaegir, for on her person, she held more weapons than he presented. "I suppose it is better than nothing." She said aloud, perhaps in order to convince herself. "And you said you knew...

Monroe arched a brow at him. Her lips half pursed as the corners stretched into a straight smile, an expression that was half debate and half appreciating. To the point he was... "Fifty gold for the journey, although there is a chance I may sweeten the deal and throw a few more on top of...

If she told him, it would be because he was successful when others had not been. Then again, he was already say there for over a minute and not one thing he had uttered had made her want to throttle him or mutilate his face in a way to keep them from even speaking or looking at her. This man...

Doubt and spite were her favourite weapons to wield, but the man seated before her certainly proved to have an altogether different demeanour than those that previously sat there as she interrogated them. This one was amongst one of the younger sorts to inquire, and perhaps that alone helped his...

Hells, she had lost a third of her ale doing that, but the stunned face before her tankard hit jaw had been worth it. Like a feline, Monroe had licked the ale that trickled down from her hand and wrist before wiping the rest on her breeches. "Fucking arsehole..." She muttered darkly, setting her...

The mistake had been accepting the invitation in the first place. Blinded by nostalgia and the need to return to the sea, Monroe had no true thought that went into the scars left behind between herself and the home her family founded. Cathmore had a vivid history, where raiding and piracy had...

There had been one night where Atlia had been descended upon by all sorts of people and beings. They had gathered because of word being spread across the Reach, hailing competition that would rival even that of the Tournament of Tides held in Alliria. It was the type of advertisement that should...

"Absolutely darling." Tall Ben was all shit eating grins, determined not to face Monroe in case her expression made him burst into a fit of laughter. He knew if that were to happen, she would gut him right here in the street. "If it weren't for this particular city, I would have fucked off...

Monroe paused. Never had she seen a being peer out from a tree in such a way, the surprise leaving her lost for words as she looked to Gannis and Njall. None of them made to speak, and she found herself stepping forward and bowing her head. That seemed the right thing to do... "My...

"You mean a bet like... fifteen coppers saying that the wyvern has gone elsewhere?" She frowned, slowly turning on the spot to regard her partner with an odd look. Monroe began to wonder what sort of Yaegir Sagarus was, for working alongside him was nothing she had anticipated when it came to...

"Must I really wear this hat?" Monroe deadpanned, following her friend and host as they navigated through the Festival of Feathers. "You've got to wear something with colour and feathers, tradition! And you better not be spotted without it. You will be hearing about it from some of the...

Monroe frowned at the idea of someone else taking the glory of a kill. She hadn't experienced that sort of thing all that much for she always came through with evidence of her kills. She took pride that way. Without the opportunity to join in with Ruka in determining the intentions of the...

Monroe was unafraid to get bloody, and yet the feeling of blood constantly drip, drip, dripping onto her and her colleagues made her want to empty the contents of her stomach. Not that there would be much to bring up, the Yaegir hailing from Atlia could only think of washing all of this off in...