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[Color=goldenrod][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[Color=goldenrod][b]Location:[/b][/color] Peninsula North of Roshmi
[Color=goldenrod][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] Cyrene [@Tpartywithzombi]
[Color=goldenrod][b]Mention:[/b][/color] 
[Color=goldenrod][b]Equipment:[/b][/color] Backpack, fishing net, fishing pole, 3 medium red potions, 3 small blue potions, 1 green potion, fire starting kit, poncho, rope, frogfly named “Beebee,” cooking pot, hygiene pouch, water purifier, wooden spear, handcrafted bow and arrows, knife, wool blanket[hr]

Eros’ amber eyes squinted into those of the fish woman lying on the bank before him. He attempted to discern what she truly was while understanding food was no longer an option… not unless he chopped his catch at the waistline. 

[color=MediumSlateBlue]"You do not wish to dine on me, sir, I assure you,"[/color] He simply frowned. [color=goldenrod][i]Maybe if you were a delicious tuna… The waistline would still be a fish, right? Right?! Hmm….[/i][/color] Eros couldn’t help but lick his lips as he looked at the bottom half of the mermaid, even despite her words.

[color=MediumSlateBlue]"Please, release me from this, and I shall swiftly depart. I'm even prepared to compensate you for the inconvenience of your damaged net." [/color]

[color=MediumSlateBlue] "I can provide you with coin for your troubles if that would help persuade you."[/color]

Eros grunted before approaching the woman and crouching in front of her tangled form. Again, his tongue flicked at his lips, his eyes still narrowed. With a swift movement of his hand, Eros pinched Cyrene’s cheek. The gesture was swift and almost like a poke on her cheek except for the faintest feeling of pain.

Beebee chirped behind him, causing him to briefly glance back at the miniature pet of his. 

[Color=goldenrod]“Enjoy the mermaids while the sun is bright… Beware the sirens glow during night… Hmm… Yes.”[/color] He wore a serious expression as he nodded to the maiden, not exchanging another word. His hand was swift as before, but a pinch was not in order this time around. Without a word or warning, Eros bopped the woman with a closed fist on the top of her head. A strike so vicious and violent with the intent to knock Cyrene out cold in a single bash.[/color]