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[Color=green][b]Time:[/b][/color] Noon
[Color=green][b]Location:[/b][/color] Devils Bay, Daka Island
[Color=green][b]Interaction with:[/b][/color] None 

About three hours had passed since Skar had said her farewells to Darius and Myra. Her thoughts remained on the two as she noticed her own and Darius's tracks on the path the trio had taken previously to Morteum. Myra left no trace of her footing as always. The demon was one that was a master at both stealth and agility.

[Color=green]"Sneaky demon… Odd creatures Skar met…”[/color] Skar stopped and took a moment to think of Darius and Myra. [Color=green]“Do not die. Darius. Myra… You will see how strong Skar is! Avalia will see how strong Skar is!”[/color] Skar shouted towards the sky. 

The orc ferryman seated in his rowboat dock on the sand about twenty feet away stared awkwardly at the female orc but lowered his head as she continued walking towards his direction. The taller female orc had crossed over to Daka with “two” demons but was now returning for his services alone. The runt of an orc wondered if she had let the foul creatures loose. He almost shuddered at the thought of the obnoxious water demon and the silent pale terror. 

[color=green]“Ferryman! Take Skar to Azmor Galus! 15 amas!”[/color] Skar demanded as she stepped onto the large wooden rowboat and pointed her sword at him. The ferryman looked up at her and her demand with a challenging scowl. Sure, she was larger, but he wouldn’t allow himself to be bullied by this exiled Diamond Heart Clan bitch of an orc! He simply would not allow it.

“The ferry doesn’t go to Azmor Galus! The ferry goes to Orc Landing and Orc Landing only! 100 amas or…” Skar’s sword thrust through his chest, cutting him off short. Skar stared into the ferryman’s stunned face, her expression fierce and unforgiving.

[Color=green]“No more talk tiny orc! Just die.”[/color] Skar thrust the blade further before violently pulling it from the ferryman’s body. Her free hand reached out and caught him by the shoulder, only to push him off of the rowboat and into the sand and let fate do as it pleased with him. She moved to drag the boat into the cold waters of Devil’s Bay. [Color=green][i]Skar take Skar to Azmor Galus. No need of ferryman. He stinks and take up room. No more stopping![/i][/color] As cruel as her action seemed, this was her way. With the reward of 5,000 amas on her person, the orc was too eager to wait and spend it. She took a seat on the boat and gripped the oars tightly before pushing off from the shore. Her next stop, Azmor Galus, home of the dark elves.