MalusNecessarius
First Post
Anya gives a hearty laugh at the suggestion. "Maybe it was. My father married me to a merchant some years ago. Never wanted to leave, kept trying to go back, eventually my he stopped sending advetnurers to retrieve me." She gives another short laugh before emptying one last mug, studying the bottom for a bit before waving the server off. "But I'm no sailor, and passage costs more pieces of shiny metal then I've made lately. This jungle is lively enough for now though." she finishes, motioning around them in general for emphasis before settling her weight on her elbows, relaxing with a half-
gallon of ale on her stomach.
gallon of ale on her stomach.
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