"Did you say nest?"

Abigail dropped from a tree, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. She grinned a little. She looked fairly sheepish, standing in front of the myriad of blood-soaked, battleworn hunters in her little tunic, trousers and knitted socks. Were it not for the fact they had recently felled a great seamonster, the arrival of some waif of a girl would have come as a bit of a shock for a few. " 'Cause, uh, I've been stuck here all day and I know where it lives. And I can show you, too, provided you get me back to the main-..." she paused, staring over at the wreckage of the ship and the bloodied corpses bobbing in the ocean. "...Ah. Uhm. Okay. I can work with this. Now we're all in the same boat - figuratively, of course. I'm Abigail! Hunter's apprentice." She made as if she was going to put a hand out to shake, took one look at Drystan's gore-soaked gauntlet and rather tentatively pulled back again. The smile that was plastered on her face was one that barely concealed the abject horror that this runt must be feeling, standing in front of a horde of warriors and having the balls to negotiate with them. 

And yet...there was something about her; something that seemed odd. She was staring at these hunters hopefully, even taking the moment to look them all in the face, trying to peer through the visors and the helmets of each and every bandit, brigand and professional stood before her as she spoke (and it was evident that she was putting a considerable amount of effort in keeping her voice calm and even): "Yeah, of course. I take you to the nest, and you clear out all the stuff inside, right? And in return you don't kill me? I mean, I don't see any reason why you should - I didn't do nothing to you guys 'cept for watch you all fight - but uhm, you know, you're not the most...welcoming bunch of rescuers I've met." She went for a jovial laugh and a nervous titter escaped from her lips instead. "So, have we-...got a deal?"