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Having been frowning at the damage on her boat as if that might make it spontaneously repair itself, Fiadh is interrupted by the cheerful - if not weary - greeting of an approaching traveller, and she tosses her head (and her wild mane of hair, as it happens) to appraise them. "Aye, well ye'd think a whole tribe've people'd come to help, wouldn't ye?" she says, speaking very quickly and animatedly for someone who is apparently in need of some assistance.
Looking Ester up and down, Fiadh seems to like what she sees, at least, and she jerks her head towards the damage done to the back end of her little boat. "Ain't gonna be able to do shit fer the good people of th'Greatwood until this is sorted out," she explains. "Took a tumble 'gainst one of the rocks on th'Symphony. Think ye can fix her?"
Looking Ester up and down, Fiadh seems to like what she sees, at least, and she jerks her head towards the damage done to the back end of her little boat. "Ain't gonna be able to do shit fer the good people of th'Greatwood until this is sorted out," she explains. "Took a tumble 'gainst one of the rocks on th'Symphony. Think ye can fix her?"
Fiadh
