Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
Letting the warm broth seep into her bones, Thal chuckles lightly at the comment. Mallory doesn't appear to be as naive as she originally expected, quickly grasping her motives for feeding the woman. If she is going to cash in a favor at some point, she can't have her dying. In the meantime, I sounds as if Mallory would rather be anywhere else but The Marauder and Thal shrugs her shoulders in disinterest. She knows what it's like to be uncertain on your next steps, but she's already provided an option that was declined. "I suppose that's up to you. If you can secure passage on one of the ships, you can end up anywhere you want and subsequently do anything you want." Lifting her bowl, she finishes off the hot broth with an appreciative slurp and places the empty container on the table. She stretches her arms as she rises from her seat, looking down at the Accepted. "As long as you come when I cash in my favor, I couldn't care less where you end up." Thal gives her a mirthless smile before stepping away. Pulling her cloak hood back up, she starts to disappear into the crowd. "And if you change your mind, you know where to find me." As her words fade out, she vanishes amongst the people, making her way back to her awaiting crew.
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