I'm the bad guy.
The response was not what she'd wanted. Thal huffed out an annoyed breath, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Nevermind. I'll find it myself." People unfamiliar with Kaiholo Port might think it difficult to find such a strange item in a coastal city; however, this port was special. It was the place people went to find unique and elusive odds and ends, and Thal was a frequent customer, earning her special assistance. That usually meant that any passing figures were more than willing to point her towards her objective. This woman obviously wasn't a part of that network. But she was familiar, which intrigued Thal enough to turn before making her way into the marketplace. "The name's Captain Thalassa. If you're looking for work, we could use some extra hands. Just wait here." Despite the rough tone, it wasn't a lie. Her men were getting tired, and it might be nice to have another woman put eyes on the progress.
Within a few minutes, Thal was returning with an easily procured horseshoe gripped in her hand. She waved a hand for the woman to follow her up the gangplank as she made her way across the deck of The Marauder. Her pace didn't slow, and she didn't look back to see if she'd followed, content with whatever decision the stranger made.
Within a few minutes, Thal was returning with an easily procured horseshoe gripped in her hand. She waved a hand for the woman to follow her up the gangplank as she made her way across the deck of The Marauder. Her pace didn't slow, and she didn't look back to see if she'd followed, content with whatever decision the stranger made.
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