Maeve
Maeve releases Adam so he may do what the birthday boy wishes, sauntering forward to take the bottle from his grasp as she perches herself at the edge of the table, seeming to ignore the fact that there is a game going on. She takes a swig, rolling her eyes at the captain, "Not just a box, love." Maeve urges, encouraging him to see what exactly she has tucked away from him.
There is a spyglass that's entirely more intricate than it needs to be, finished in gold and ornate carvings, the bottle of absinthe she collected from the Greatwood, and finally a strangely familiar shirt. How did she manage to find that, you ask? It seems luck was on her side. "I have no doubt you remember the promise that went with that."
There is a spyglass that's entirely more intricate than it needs to be, finished in gold and ornate carvings, the bottle of absinthe she collected from the Greatwood, and finally a strangely familiar shirt. How did she manage to find that, you ask? It seems luck was on her side. "I have no doubt you remember the promise that went with that."
Baby I'm preying on you tonight
and Hunt you down eat you alive
and Hunt you down eat you alive
