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[Color=crimson][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[Color=crimson][b]Location:[/b][/color]  Malthemoor Port, Daka Island
[Color=crimson][b]Interactions:[/b][/color] Myra [@13org]
[Color=crimson][b]Mentions:[/b][/color] [Color=crimson][b]Equipment:[/b][/color] None
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[color=plum]“What… What is she doing?”[/color] Astra raised an eyebrow as she watched Myra getting very close to Traven’s hippocampi.

[color=darkturquoise]“Gaging them to determine if we can eat them later.”[/color]

[color=lavender]“What?! My fuckin’ steeds will bite the shit outta ‘er!”[/color] Traven hollered angrily from his seat. [color=lavender]“Bite the shit outta yer red face too!”[/color] A low growl was heard from Vrexen and Astra scooted much further from him upon hearing it.

[sub][color=crimson]“Not before tear yours from your skull."[/color][/sub]

[Color=plum]“Myra! Hey, come on. Those things are old and grumpy. If you want some stinky fish to eat we’ll get plenty when we arrive at Yenworth.”[/color]

[color=darkturquoise]“Yenworth? That is not our destination, Astra.”[/color] Vrexen glared at the woman who sighed and started to pull the stolen map from her pack, unrolling it in front of her.

[Color=plum]“Myra, can you be a dear, and please hold this for me.”[/color] She faked a pleasant smile at the demoness. [color=plum]“I need to explain why I’m the guide and he’s the-”[/color] She stopped herself as his menacing eyes met hers.

[color=darkturquoise]“The what?”[/color]

[color=plum]“The um… The… What was I... Oh! You’re the boss… Yes, you’re the elf- no… You’re the demon in charge. The MFDIC!”[/color] Astra pulled that one out of her ass for sure.  

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