covaithe
Explorer
The door opens, and a trio of unkempt men wander in, one of them holding a makeshift stringed instrument of some sort, the kind that street minstrels who perform for pennies near the docks are fond of. They pause inside the door, looking at each other haplessly for a moment. A whispered hiss of instruction follows them through the doorway. They look at each other again, roll their eyes, and the one holding the instrument strums what are presumably supposed to be a few chords. They sing, with neither enthusiasm nor an overabundance of talent:
"Here she comes. Isn't she daring?
Here she comes. Evil beware!
Here she comes, it's the Silver Starling,
And you know she's gonna save the daaaaaaay!"
The door bangs open, and an attractive human woman struts in and strikes a dramatic pose, arms akimbo. She wears silver-chased leather armor cut in such a way as to reveal a generous expanse of cleavage and long, pale thighs above silvered boots. A domino mask of white and silver and a billowing plume of ostrich feathers covers the upper half of her face. Somehow, despite the situation and the costume, she manages to seem a bit romantic and adventurous rather than completely silly, even drawing a half smile from one of her disgruntled chorus when she beams at them. They shuffle out without making eye contact, muttering to each other while sharing out a small handful of coins.
The Starling looks around the bar, and on spying Halleck and Brenwar, skips gaily over to them. "Oh, hi, guys. I'm glad you weren't too far ahead of me. I, uh, had to stop and run some errands. Also," and her voice drops to a stage whisper, "It's not safe for me to be seen too much in certain places...".
"Here she comes. Isn't she daring?
Here she comes. Evil beware!
Here she comes, it's the Silver Starling,
And you know she's gonna save the daaaaaaay!"
The door bangs open, and an attractive human woman struts in and strikes a dramatic pose, arms akimbo. She wears silver-chased leather armor cut in such a way as to reveal a generous expanse of cleavage and long, pale thighs above silvered boots. A domino mask of white and silver and a billowing plume of ostrich feathers covers the upper half of her face. Somehow, despite the situation and the costume, she manages to seem a bit romantic and adventurous rather than completely silly, even drawing a half smile from one of her disgruntled chorus when she beams at them. They shuffle out without making eye contact, muttering to each other while sharing out a small handful of coins.
The Starling looks around the bar, and on spying Halleck and Brenwar, skips gaily over to them. "Oh, hi, guys. I'm glad you weren't too far ahead of me. I, uh, had to stop and run some errands. Also," and her voice drops to a stage whisper, "It's not safe for me to be seen too much in certain places...".
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