The waves crashed against the rocky cliffs down below, lapping against the stone with a steady and comforting pace. It was a low tide, the sea exposed her treasurers to a treasure hunter who seemed to dance upon the rocks with a uncanny ease. Her copper hair flew about wildly in the wind, unbound and free. Dressed in a faded slip dress the young woman made her way across familial ground. The oysters she sought were ones carrying precious pearls. She had laid them aside in a small grotto, cared for them lovingly and patiently. She did not remember how long it had been, time seemed to pass either to quickly to comprehend or to slow to bear. 

The young woman was pleasantly surprised to find that most of the oysters were carrying beautifully formed rounded pearls. After she harvested a small sachet full of the ivory gems she laid the shells back to rest, thanking them silently. This small amount would help her through the rougher months of the year. After making her way back to shore, she retrieved her basket off freshly caught oysters and continued on her way. She took her time, strolling on the sandy beach, absorbed in her own thoughts. 

In the distance a ship was resting at the docks. She could vaguely make out a crew of sailors hauling cargo from the ship onto shore. It peaked her curiously. The sleepy town wasn´t a much used resting spot and usually skipped past by any sensible sea crew. The pearl diver wondered what could have drawn them here. She would find out soon. Instead of going right back to town she decided to make her way to the docks to catch a glimpse of the trades which were undoubtedly taking place. She knew the routines and habits of the town like the back of her hand. 

To prove her point the towns one and only merchant Faflon, who doubled as the drunk inn keeper had dressed in his finest clothes. Which to be fair wasn´t all that impressive, as he was trying to close a deal with the captain of the ship. Faflon was as bad a merchant as he was a inn keeper. He couldn´t stay away from the drinks and as a merchant he spent coin he didn´t have. Living at the inn at first had been temporary, but it could now be argued that she was a permanent resident. Sadly this also meant she was dragged into his messes at regular occasion. The same was going to happen right......now 

Faflon realized he was talking big, with nothing to show for himself. This captain was proving to be one tough customer, he was only purchasing wares and not actually selling anything. For one because he didn´t have anything of worth to sell. He wracked his hung over brain to come up with some kind of solution. It came to him in the shape of the ever so mysteriously enchanting resident at his inn, the pearl diver with the copper hair. 

"Mira, come greet our new guests!" Faflon called out loudly in order to carry his voice through the winds. 

Mira frowned, she was content watching from the sidelines and had not planned of going any closer to the scene. Against her better judgment she wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and crossed the distance to her tenant. After she arrived Faflon at once took her aside to speak in hushed whispers. Mira simply sighed, failing to feel neither anger or surprise at his request. She handed him the sachet of pearls wordlessly and continued to watch the exchange taking place.