Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
And once Thal hears the woman's name, she might just connect the dots, but for now, the Ancient lives in ignorant bliss of her connection to a particular shadowy demigod.
Scoffing, she flicks her tail. "Sore is the polite way of putting it." Wimps, pussies, butt-hurt imbeciles. She's been through the list of insults, not that it bothers their thick-skulled little brains. They still follow her around like dogs, obediently fulfilling her every order. If she wasn't so annoyingly attached to the lot of them, she'd have tossed them overboard seasons ago (although that still occasionally happens when they forget themselves).
Grinning at the woman's reaction, she gestures to the table as one of the men standing tumbles drunkenly to the ground. She doesn't show the slightest indication of intervening as she says, "Mainly money, although sometimes valuables or ship duties." At least for the others. She might work alongside her men, but she'd never deign to swab a deck again, preferring to spill the blood rather than clean it up after a battle.
Thal looks at the woman from the corner of her eyes, a single eyebrow raised. "You've really never played?" Gambling is a Torchline staple, and she finds it hard to believe that she hasn't been pulled into some sketchy dealings before. She looks gullible enough.
Scoffing, she flicks her tail. "Sore is the polite way of putting it." Wimps, pussies, butt-hurt imbeciles. She's been through the list of insults, not that it bothers their thick-skulled little brains. They still follow her around like dogs, obediently fulfilling her every order. If she wasn't so annoyingly attached to the lot of them, she'd have tossed them overboard seasons ago (although that still occasionally happens when they forget themselves).
Grinning at the woman's reaction, she gestures to the table as one of the men standing tumbles drunkenly to the ground. She doesn't show the slightest indication of intervening as she says, "Mainly money, although sometimes valuables or ship duties." At least for the others. She might work alongside her men, but she'd never deign to swab a deck again, preferring to spill the blood rather than clean it up after a battle.
Thal looks at the woman from the corner of her eyes, a single eyebrow raised. "You've really never played?" Gambling is a Torchline staple, and she finds it hard to believe that she hasn't been pulled into some sketchy dealings before. She looks gullible enough.
