Fare

Local Lesbian/Ace Pirate

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“And then as the monstrous beast raised its head, I threw a slash of wind and sliced it straight in half!” The mint-colored Obelisk slammed one of her paws on the table, rattling the drinks. The Obelisk she was talking to laughed, her Arcane-eyes shining with delight.
Chantilly smiled, watching the pirate try to flirt with the goggled Obelisk. In fact, they had drawn a small crowd. A tiny Nocterne with silver jewelry specifically, who’s eyes shone with wonder at the questionable stories. Chantilly remembered when she was that small and gullible. Well, she supposes, There is nothing saying that what she says isn’t true. However, she doubts it. She can’t find an explanation one why a pirate of all things would be in a tavern in the Scarred Wasteland.
She, personally, has stopped here on a trip from her lair in Dragonhome, going to the Windswept Plateau.
She stops, noticing the dragon getting up and heading out the door. But she hasn’t left a Gem or piece of Treasure. Instead, she paid with a tarnished Doubloon, a pirate’s currency.
Shade didn't take it.

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