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Kuri stepped forward with a grin, tossing the pouch into the air once and then stuffing it into her pocket. “[b]Aye-aye Captain[/b],” she said playfully, “[b]We’ll make sure to be on our best behaviour![/b]”

Turning around, she quickly considered her options: dwarves, a sick prince, or merchants and monsters. Honestly, she wasn’t too interested in dwarven politics, and while Restoration magic seemed pretty cool, she’d rather check out what was happening with the traders, and maybe even pick up a couple knick-knacks along the way. 

“[i]Kuri. Stay out of trouble. I’m going to find these monsters.[/i]”

“[b]Waitwaitwaitwait[/b],” Kuri started, jogging after Aelsu, “[b]I’m coming too![/b]” Not wanting to be left behind, she hurriedly caught up to her armoured friend and joined the group. Cheerfully, she greeted Einarr; while they hadn’t talked much on the journey, he seemed nice enough during their brief introductions on the ship. 

She turned to Lunearo as Einarr spoke to the merchants. “[b]So, uh- dude,[/b]” she began, “[b]What’s up with the whole mask thing? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.[/b]”