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[right][hr][color=gray][b]Windward Island[/b]
Port Harbor, The Sunken Shepherd[/color][hr][/right]
[indent][i][color=A296B7]And now I am all wet. How lewd.[/color][/i]

Marina looked down to her soaked travelers cloak and let out a slight giggle at the randomness that Terhikki showed. Being impulsive herself, she understood what it was like to act before thinking. It was [i]relatable[/i]. She wondered how many people Terhikki unknowingly offended just by being herself. Through Marina's point-of-view, she was fortunate that a great noble diver like Marina was here to be forgiving and accomodating.

[color=A296B7]“It’s fine. You’re excited. But you really should keep that contained to the bedroom. This is a public place.”[/color] She remarked at the woman's apologetic tone, giggling at the whole insane situation.

As Terhikki took her seat again Marina began to realize how correct she was in that Terhikki had [i]no idea[/i] what she was doing and often leapt before looking. Her eyes moved up to meet the northerner’s own as she grabbed the paper in front of her. Marina had been one of the first people available to volunteer to aid in Windward Isle’s particular problem. But she was told they didn’t want just her services but one of a independent team of sorts so that she would have to wait until the ships of divers came into the harbor. That all had come to pass and now the very cute, impulsive, and illiterate woman who wanted ‘in’ sat across from her anxiously awaiting their soon-to-be-had adventure.

[color=A296B7]“It’s a diver’s contract for Gullspire Rock. I’m sure you’ll get your own very soon, especially if you want to work with me. Don’t worry about reading it. I have no problem helping you out as long as you don’t mind a little [i]intimacy.[/i]”[/color][/indent]