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	Whenever possible, stowing away on ships was the way to go in Fauve’s opinion. Why the hell deal with the prospect of getting ass whipped by some screwball monster on land when you can just avoid the issue by taking to the water?  It wasn’t the perfect solution, everyone was still aware of the looming prospect of being capsized by an aquatic beast with a hankering to make a drip of itself, but at least sailing lessened the threat to a degree. 

The merchant ship rocked up at Nadska landing pier late Monday night, but the crew wouldn’t bother unloading any goods until daylight came around. She’d been down in the cargo hold hunkered between two storage barrels and grazing on a crate of fruit when she heard the ship drop anchor. Clambering to her feet she commenced maneuvered her way through the other cargo containers and paused at the foot of the stairs to listen real careful to the activity up on deck. There were a few distant voices of crewman hollering at each other, but nobody seemed to be within immediate proximity of the cargo hold doors. It was no doubt time to make her break for it, and up the stairs she went. 

Not caring too much about getting caught, just plainly finding it easier to get away with mischief by acting casual about it, she threw open the doors and strut her way to the ramp that had just been lowered for ship access. A young deckhand was still securing the rope for said ramp and she gave him a good spank on the rear end as she passed him by. 

“Much obliged for the hospitality, Stupid!” She yelled back while tramping her way down the ramp to the pier.


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	She traipsed her way through town with a hemp shoulder bag swinging at her side, tattered canvas shoes, grubby baft short sleeve top, and one butt cheek hanging out from a tear in the rear of her skimpy trousers. Along the way she managed to belch in the ear of a passing nobleman while picking a fine gold locket from his pocket, and shortly afterward arrived at the tavern to quench that longstanding thirst of hers.

Throwing open the doors she stopped to give anyone eyeballing her a good taunting sneer. She took note of a Myti who had apparently seen better days judging by the state of his ear and tail, and was sharing the table with an equivocate armor wearing Elf who she felt the urge to slap for the hell of it. A human was sitting nearby where she stood, who she only bothered to notice on account of the sickening glimmer of joy in his horrid blue eyes. There was also another human looking customer of interest, and that particular person was probably the only one in the whole damn place she felt the slightest inkling for. He instantly struck her as a bestial sort, and those types of bastards suited her just fine – but he was wearing a pair gauntlets that took her fancy – and ohh yeah, what she wouldn’t do to get her hands on those lovelies! She didn’t really give too much of a care for the others in the room, besides an elderly man sitting and making love to his jug of wine, that same man being the one she instantly aimed to relieve of the coin purse he had laying out on the table next to him. 

After giving her exposed butt cheek a good scratching she ambled her way across the room. Along the way she tapped the old man on the shoulder to steal his attention while she swiped his purse with her other hand. The old pervert was strikingly obliged by the view of her exposed cheek skin as she continued on rout to the bar.  

She used the newly acquired coins to purchase two drinks from the tubby little individual behind the counter - one ale, one sweet potato moonshine - then headed on over to drop herself down in a chair at Jack’s table. She gave a good snort to clear her nose, dropped her legs open in an unladylike manner, and slid the moonshine over to Jack before slurping back a swallow of ale.

“Stinks of filth in this place, doesn’t it, Handsome?” She said, and while a trickle of over-spill made its way down her chin she adjusted her boobs with one hand. “You got a price on those gloves, or what?” She winks.