[color=violet]Valencia Tempest
The Quick-witted Pirate with a Gentle Heart
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Valencia folded her arms across her chest. Bishop had some good ideas, but she wasn’t sure she liked his tone, or the thought of following him around like some helpless young maid.

Her stubbornness got the better of her, and she stayed rooted to the spot, watching as the two men walked off toward the river. The handsome knight and the cloaked man appeared to be heading toward the distant village, and the man who had rushed past them all was running in a third direction.

“What do you intend to do?” she asked her remaining companion, the girl in strange garb. “As much as I hate seeking assistance, any locals might be the only scallywags who can give us some bloody answers. It may at least be more safe than traipsing into the wild forest, where more creatures could be waiting.” Valencia didn’t add that she hated the claustrophobic feeling of close-grown vegetation with hardly a glimpse of the sky above. Give her open waters and windy sea spray, and she was happy; or as close to happiness as she could be, with the kind of life she led.

Valencia extended a hand to the girl, offering a handshake. “Valencia Tempest, if you didn’t hear when I was telling that gun-toting blackguard. My apologies for drawing my blade so suddenly—I’m sure you understand why. It appears we both know nothing of this place or how we arrived. Truce?” she asked warily.

[@LizLegend]