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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Windward Island[/b]
Port Harbor, The Sunken Shepherd[/color][hr][/right]
[indent]Marina smirked as she was apparently approached by a brown-haired [i]insane person[/i] whom sought her out to “partner up” for the upcoming dive.

It was an amusing notion, but Marina didn’t reject it with a scoff or roll of the eyes – in her mind the character that had just stolen one of her table’s many chairs was a wild character that reminded her of fairy tale heroines and their eccentric sidekicks. Marina held her glass in her hand as she looked her over, letting her speak the [i]many[/i] sentences she chose to utter. The purple-haired noble wasn’t expecting the stranger to ask for her name, refusing to take no for an answer in her request to partner up.

[color=A296B7]“Marina.”[/color] She responded as her interest widened in the young woman. [color=A296B7]“Though, what makes you think I want you as a partner? Hm?”[/color]

The woman was correct to be interested in the [i]great[/i] Marina Sorellia Watercrest of the Isle of Galma, though Marina’s ego was often tempered by her almost flirtatious curiosity. She wasn’t one of those nobles who demanded people to address her by title, rank, and full name. No, that kind of grandiose was a bit absurd and Marina had no interest declaring herself in such a way in a scummy port that would take advantage of such things. Besides, why would you announce such things when the person in front of you obviously knew you were of high birth? As far as Marina was concerned, the wild sidekick woman in front of her already knew where she stood and obviously knew Marina wanted someone to prepare to join with her. The contract on the table was obvious enough that she was a diver. But Marina wanted to play with her food, even if it was for a moment. 

[color=A296B7]“What can [i]you[/i] offer?”[/color] 

She took a final drink from her glass.[/indent]