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[halforc]

Hi, ah.

[ Awkward fingergun for you, network. ]

Quick question, the reason for it will sound obvious given recent events. [ ie: that giantass flood that ruined everyone's homes. ] Does anybody here own any of the ships docked in the port about a ten minute walk above the Crystal Beach? Specifically, the large galleon. I know a few are owned by companies and the other dock is strictly for Lunar Knights, but I'm looking to make a purchase or strike a deal for that ship in particular.

I'm Fjord. Thanks ... for your time.

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[halforc]

That's very generous of you.

[ He clears his throat again, sitting up from where he's slumped during the conversation. ]

I'd like to ask you more about being a Speaker at our stakeout. Is tonight convenient?

[speakerstone]

[She nods, reaching for a backpack just out of frame.]

Of course! Text me what you'd like at our picnic. It looks like I'll have some shopping to do.

[Sanguis is certainly going to make this interesting. Maybe she'll smell whoever owns this god damn boat. Shiver.]

[halforc]

Sure, yeah, I'll do that. I'll see you later then!

[ He waves as he signs off, feeling uncertain what he just got himself into but excited to see what the evening holds. Texting Sypha that he likes meat in particular but anything works if that's too expensive, he turns up at the arranged spot and time with a blanket tossed over his shoulder like a second cape, only this one is red and white wool with tassels. He's still in his armour from home as he leans on the pier, since nothing seems certain after the flood and he doesn't want to be caught without protection from, say, giant sea monsters, and Fjord looks thoughtful as he stares at the creaky galleon docked a-ways off in the moonlight.

He also has a bottle of whiskey, since he couldn't find ale. ]

[speakerstone]

[She shoots Fjord one last fingergun for the road before signing off and getting to work, shuffling into a backpack to assemble their picnic.

Going out during Sanguis is still a bit uncomfortable for someone who's lived their life trying to not draw attention to herself. Her senses heightened and her new body parts bright and striking, she feels like a fish out of water in a crowd full of Prismals with shiny, flamboyant scales and feathers. Still, shop she does, showing up to the pier a few minutes after Fjord in a sleeveless black top and white floral culottes, waving from a distance.]

Hey! You made it.

[She hoists her backpack off her feathered shoulders and crouches down to rustle through it, curiously eyeing his armor.]

Dooooo you think our captain is going to duel you for his boat, or...

[halforc]

[ In person there are a few scales down Fjord's neck which the video kept hidden, the rest of his Wildemount gear doing a good job at concealing the rest on his skin. His smile quirks at the sight of feathery!Sypha and he straightens politely, a moment's confusion passing as he glances down at himself. ]

Ah, yes ... [ He looks a little sheepish as he leads the way to the edge of a jetty that afford a clear view of the galleon a short distance away. ] These are my clothes from home, I fell out of the habit of wearing them in Lunatia but ever since the flood ...

[ Fjord spreads the blanket with a flick, taking a knee and offering Sypha a gentlemanly hand down. ]

I suppose I'm worried we'll be hit with another emergency out of nowhere.

[speakerstone]

...maybe so. What happened to you was terrible, but you shouldn't have to live in fear of the next one creeping up on you.

[A sailor and a soldier, then. A strange combination. It isn't often she sees seamen wearing heavy, sinking-prone armor out on the open ocean. Still, silly as it may seem to be out on a not-date looking ready for combat, she feels his concern as if it was her own, her features softening.]

Take a break. Have a picnic with me. And if anything does have the poor taste to attack our dinner, I can set them on fire with just a look.

[She takes his hand into her own, absolutely freezing one, settling down onto the blanket and starting to unpack and unwrap her bounty. Banh mi, some assorted fruit cups, a big, perpetually chilled bottle of lemonade. A toblerone, for some reason. She's not going to spare any expense or opportunity to help someone in need of some kindness.]

[halforc]

It's not fear for me, I'm unable to protect my ... friends, as well, if I'm in a simple shirt.

[ He winces as her freezing hand slips into his and sits up straighter, bringing his other hand over to rub hers as she unpacks the food with a free one. ]

Are you sure you don't need my cloak?

[ He'll happily part with it! ]