[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/UWGCWGx.png?1[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][h3][color=F7976A]Bianche, Verdi 35, Dami-Zept 54, 1:45 HI[/color][/h3][/center][hr]

Penny was dubious about the whole endeavour. She had been dubious when she had watched a raven smack into her window. She had been dubious during every one-legged step she'd taken up the Forked Tower. When she and Carmille had crouched within a drafty stairwell measuring stone blocks with a fork, she had also been dubious. The dubiousness had remained as Hugo Hunghorasz had explained what it was that he wanted of her. It had intensified when she had been swapped teams at the last moment when Karim had backed out. Truth be told, she could not blame him. When she had been handed her hand-chosen... outfit by some Enthish mercenary named Desmond, she had finally reached peak dubiousness. Or so she had thought. A well-placed bookshelf and a bit of an Arcane glamour had allowed her to change outfits quickly and with her dignity intact. Penelope de Perrence had not the slightest idea how to use throwing knives and, when she was walking, only ever had one hand free in any case. The belt was cute, at least. So was the boot, and at least her bosom was... held in with more than straps and faint prayer. It was the pants, though. They were tailored so as to fit her perfectly - even accounting for her missing leg. Yet... they were a [i]man's[/i] garment. No respectable woman wore... [i]pants[/i]. How strangely exposed she felt. How the snug fabric chafed at her skin. How the shape of her stump was laid bare for all to see. She did not like them: not at all.

[color=gold][b]"Ahh, good to meet you, you must be my new crew member. I'm Captain Desmond Cutter-Gretz Von Sausex-Eisenac, Captain of the Golden Sun. What's your name and what do you bring to the ship?"[/b][/color]

Penny nearly peed herself out of mirth. Surely, he could not be serious! Quickly biting back her laughter, she flashed her winningest smile. [color=F7976A][b]"Ahoy, matey. Pegleg Penny be's mi'name. I be a pirate, and pirate I be: born t'sail the seven seas. Yeh best be callin' on me fer yer needs in the galley."[/b][/color]

They ended up on a dock and their self-appointed captain traipsed into the lead and began assigning people to go gather intelligence in what appeared to be a maddening mix of arbitrary and considered motive. When he assigned her and Wvysen to the Doge's Breeches, it was indicative of how daft she thought he was by now that she questioned his sanity as opposed to his intentions. Had he been most others, she'd have genuinely wondered if he was trying to do away with her. [color=F7976A][i]Sending two Perrenchwomen to infiltrate a staunchly Revidian faction in a time of near-war...[b]truly[/b]?[/i][/color] Next, she imagined he'd have her try to win a footrace. Perhaps he'd place Onarr in charge of procuring items from high shelving or get that giantess Trypano to squeeze into some tiny space. Penny glanced at Wvysen dubiously and then at Desmond. She cleared her throat. [color=F7976A][b]"Ah oui. Nous ferons de notre mieux en tant que Revidiennes et non en tant que Perençaises."*[sup]1[/sup][/b][/color] She smiled with exaggerated sweetness and resisted the temptation to adjust her stupid pants for at least the fourth time tonight. [color=F7976A][b]"Je ne prévois aucun problème: aucun!"*[sup]2[/sup][/b][/color] She twisted to regard Wvysen and took the other girl, unbidden by the hands. [color=F7976A][b]"Viens viens, Wvysen, allons-y!"*[sup]3[/sup][/b][/color][hr][hr]
[hider=Translations]*[sup]1[/sup] Ah yes, we will do our best as Revidians and not as Perrench.
*[sup]2[/sup] I foresee no problems with this: none!
*[sup]3[/sup] Come come, Wvysen, let's go![/hider]