Wayne
Mina Aenerion,
The Broken Vial. 

As the steel metal touched Mina's palm, her amber and blue irises regarded the emblem. A major. A status the woman clearly seemed fitting of- Mina would definitely have to be careful with this one. A wrong word could surely be the end of her, her mere physique conflicting against the woman's built muscle. You could say Mina was more lithe and slender with enough muscle to wield a small blade. 'Slippery', unable to be obtained for she slid through your fingers like silk-but Tanyth's grasp could bend her bones like toothpicks. Brushing a thumb over the top of the insignia, the soft glow of the fire reflecting from the clean steel- her arm recalled, pushing the token into the confines of her pocket. 

Picking up her own tankard, her cheeks swelled with a mouth full of bitter ale- her gaze settling on the fires yet again, as though staring at something much more intriguing and deep than a rather normal fire. But her mind created pictures, the scenes flashing behind her eyes like a showreel on a loop. A repetitive process that proceeded whilst Mina listened to the girls story. 

The mention of 'other things' caused Mina's blood to boil within her veins for but a second. She never truly regarded her morals, nor of where she stood in terms of being lawful- but helpless children seemed to strike a chord every time. If Tanyth was watching closely, she may have even seen Mina's body clench into a motionless statue like pose with an unfathomable neutral expression. Until she relaxed- deeming the thought not worth bothering over, for nothing could be done now years later.

- 
She didn't pity Tanyth. What she had became is something far more intelligent, realistic and strong compared to if that little girl lived a normal life. Idealistic's that not many people would probably admire her over- but Mina did. Rather than crumpling, the girl rose to become her own god. A survival quality that was not to be lightly considered, but greatly congratulated. Something Mina believed Tanyth hadn't seen. 

'I hope you recognise your qualities Tanyth. I wouldn't like to think your vision was clouded by revenge entirely, and that all this time, you have not become something designed for a purpose that is solicited to the very people who have already taken a portion of your life.' 

Her tone was factual, calm. And as usual, a further curiosity began to bloom from her own comment. 

'I wonder. What are your plans when all of this is said and done?' Her gaze returned to Tanyth at the end of her question, a level of seriousness and concern seemed to ooze from that single glance as she waited for the woman's response, watching for any signs gifted to Mina from the girls angular facial features. What could be read? 

At Tanyth's last comment, Mina lifted a delicate alabaster hand to wave away the comment. A small toothy smile appeared, accompanied with a soft chuckle that reverberated through her chest low and drawn out. 'Bah! That's cheating. Everyone likes a challenge no?' She asked with enthusiasm.
Renee
Tanyth Carven 
The broken vial

The woman sat back and eyed Mina for a moment, "No... My desire for revenge has pushed me forward... Guided every step I've taken. But now that you've mentioned it," She rubbed her chin, the steel was cool against her olive flesh, "I think... Funnily enough... I'll be a pirate myself. Once they all lie dead, I'll claim a ship of my own, and I'll raid and pillage every slaving vessel I can find. I'll build a fleet of ships crewed by freed slaves." 

She leaned forward again, the chair creaking as she stood up. She placed one steel-clad hand on the arm of Mina's chair and the other on the back of it. Their faces were only a mere foot apart, and in the dancing light of the fire her brown eyes looked more like pools of liquid gold. Eyes that befit the likes of a dragon... Or a demon. "Does that please you? You are the key to this future, and should it come to pass you can only benefit from it. Yes... Yes I think that is what I'll do, they will fear us... They and all those who involve themselves in that evil trade."
Wayne
Mina Aenerion 
The Broken Vial

Mina was nodding in response, ensuring that her guest knew she was paying attention, regardless if her gaze was distant as she imagined Tanyth herself cruising on a ship adorned with a black flag and a partially printed skull on black sails. 

That's IF the woman followed such original traditions. Something about her idea and plan was revolutionary. And Mina saw both the positives and negatives of such an endeavour. Maybe she could sell her business yet again. If Tanyth was a decent acquaintance. Something to be found out. 

'I would mention that such a thing would be difficult, but something tells me you're prepared for the danger and complications of such a life. Regarding your experience already...'

As the woman rose, overshadowing Mina in her chair- Mina herself remained steadily still despite the intimidating force that was leaning down to her, holding the woman's gaze and watching her armour clanks and shift as she moved to face Mina directly and in close proximity that was... Intimate. In those pools of honeydew, Mina could easily melt. And whilst her pulse had quickened into an an electric thrum, and the hairs of her skin raised with a shiver of pure delight- she simply lifted up her tankard towards her rouge lips in between the mere space that was left between their noses- and said one simple thing.

'Unfortunately, I get sea sick.' Mina's eyes hadn't left the dragons. And a thought flickered in the back of her head as she pondered on whether Tanyth had a nickname. Her eyes. Her body. Her force. Mina named her 'Furor.' 

'Regardless, I'm sure one of my scouts could accompany you on your endeavours.' Mina wasn't one for dreams. She just sort of... Existed. 'Surviving' amongst the turmoil. To change her ways would to change her core-values itself, and that would take a lot of effort. And time. And god knows if you'd be able to crack her.

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This wasn't an ask for a hand in marriage. But this was life changing. And It was rare for Mina to be so willing in becoming involved with someone more than the necessary requirement. For fear of threatening her survival, or making her feel things that made life, in her eyes, 'complicated.' 

'You're very courageous Tanyth. You just have to ensure you don't get caught beforehand... Or die.' A grave note, but said with a humorous tone as a way of dealing it kindly. But Mina felt as though she was watching an individual that was clouded through revenge. A valiant force that could 'even the odds' and go on without a scratch to do magnificent things. And Mina hoped she did. But Mina was very familiar with things taking a sudden turn for the worst spontaneously.
Renee
Tanyth Carven,
The broken vial

The dragon-like woman smiled broadly, "I would not make you come on the ship, your scout would be welcome." She wrapped a hand around Mina's tankard, pinning her hand to it as she drew it to her lips and took a drink for herself.

Her confidence bordered on arrogance, she could feel the desire pulsing through Mina's body, the pulse of her heart was enough to betray her to the mercenary. "Courage has nothing to do with it, my will is unbreakable. As for getting caught, the only beings that know of my mission and intentions are my old mercenary company, an orc... And you." She let go of the tankard and sat back in her chair, "The mercenaries won't betray me... The orc knows my pain. You would only betray me to save yourself... And I couldn't punish you for that."