[center][b]Derrix “Nightbane” Herchiv and Jasmin[/b][/center]

	Jasmin seemed to shrink away from the conversation. After Derrix had rode off she had been in the crossfire of the moral debates, with only her old brown sumpter to share the misfortune with. She parted some of her honeyed hair from her young almost milky white face and heaved a sigh, hoping Derrix would ride back soon. Even if he was only her employer, she could definitely use a familiar face among the group of misfits and the mismatched. 

	She pursed her lips in thought as she tried to figure out a way to ease the awkward situation she found herself in. After slapping a fist idly into an open palm for a little she turned to the younger pirate looking lady and smiled, attempting small talk “Madam? Where is it you come from?”

[@salrynn]