Benji.Lyra nodded, standing straight and accepting the submission with a shrug.
I'm Captain Myna.Grinned,
Not necessarily a warnin'. Howff takes all sorts, so if ye pay, ye can stay. We've rooms an' food an' work fer those wit energy. Diversions, too, dependin' on yer tastes.
She gave Benji a cool look over, taking their measure. Then motioned to a grimy fishbone set up on a nearby rock. Its head pointed in the direction she'd come from.
We made signs. Follow 'em an' we're easy t'find. But we're a rowdy lot, not t'everyone's tastes. An' we don't hold wit' squatters. If ye make use o' the land, ye owe us fer it. Best ye know that comin' in.
In a pettier mood she could have withheld the advisement, and caught this Benji in a debt. Maybe the world ending had Lyra feeling a little more cooperative than usual. She wouldn't be slaying earth-breaking titans out at sea all on her lonesome. Honey and flies and all that...
3-3-3 || IC ≠ OOC || Fiction ≠ Reality
I welcome organic IC interactions and any twists, conflict, or drama that comes out of it!
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