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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.

Comments

[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! ]