"But this time Vegord..." Moyrah begged, shivering, with runed harpoon held tightly in her embrace
"p...p.please, just please, let me bring the harpoon in. I don't feel safe leaving it outside, within arm's r..r...reach of any p.passerby" The desperation and sadness in Moyrah's voice was a revelation to anyone who knew her long enough. Was it the trembling jaw, or the lack of energy that caused her to look this vulnerable and raw, no one can be sure, but the emotional attachment of hers to the weapon, was visible to a naked eye of anyone who could see or hear her at that moment.
"If you are worried that I will cause another ruck..k.kus, you can s..s.store it behind the counter" she said, outstretching the weapon holding hand in Vegord's direction.
The lack of words of encouragement from fellow fishermen of Targos, was something to Moyrah was used to, since they have never even tried hiding the animosity they felt towards her, ever since she came into this damned world. To her surprise, the pleasant demeanour of a man who looked vaguely familiar, managed to put a smile on her face. Out of the newly arrived group, the Goliath woman, and the trapper, at a glance, left a pleasant first impression. Moyrah hasn't seen much of the world past the confines of the city's walls, and witnessing people of Farwalker's physical characteristics, who don't fit the mould of what people deem acceptable around Targos, was refreshing and even encouraging in an unfamiliar way.
Moyrah could swear to all of the gods, that she had already seen the trapper's face before in passing, at least. A Targos native.... he wasn't, but he may be a frequent visitor.
"T..thank you, he managed to get in a lucky punch into my ribs, I was worried that he might have b.b..broken some" she extended her hand, covered in intertwining red runic markings, which stand out against her greenish skin.
"I am Moyrah by the way, or Moyrah, the mutt, as the locals like to call me" She felt unexpectedly empowered by her monicker for a change,going through a spiritual declaration of independence of sorts.
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"Vegord's right about that. Let's go inside. I'll buy you as many drinks as you want by way of celebration, and you can meet some people who -- whether they know it or not -- would do well to recruit the warrior who forced the Barge to bend a knee.
"Don't mind if I take you up on that offer, after this chaos, I could seriously use a mug of ale.... Or two." She said, tapping Rhydd on the shoulder.
"Your partner is absolutely right, I am far from a warrior... I am nothing but a measly fisherwoman, and you may have already noticed, if you have stayed here long enough that is, how fruitful the catches have been.."She then turned to the Goliath,
" Apology accepted, but trust me, if anyone is able to understand..d the cause behind the tonight's chaos, it would b.b..be you... But we can go into more details once we settle insid.d.de."
Once she has found herself in the warm interior of the Three flags sailing tavern, she adressed the group of newcommers.
"So what brings you lot to Targos, Are you in passing or looking to settle here long term?"
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