George
Julian Bennet 
Terresol, Sol

"No, I'm fine thank you" *Julian put on a brave face as she stumbled towards her armour she took a sip or two from the flask she just received she opened her mouth wide to enjoy every last drop of it she would apologise for not leaving any later probably if she didn't forget. She held her bandaged wound tightly it was beginning to hurt again it was obvious Julian was in pain by the face she was now pulling she shuffled in the direction Ymara left. "Ymara I've got your flask for you!" She shouts nervously  
She inspected the room examining all four corners scrupulously while she waited for Ymara to reveal herself. Julian was extremely nervous as she was somewhere she had never been and was incapable of fighting anyone or anything

Julian was a pessimist and always thought of the worst that could happen in a situation even in certain circumstances this could be a good thing but situations like this it left her crippled with anxiety, her armour was the only thing that made her feel safe. She felt rather vulnerable and scared.
Roger
Ymara Charac
Terresol, Sol

Ymara turned from her position at the bar. Walking back into Annalise's had felt... Strange. There was no other word to describe it. Every inch of this place brought along memories, both good and bad. Her eyes flew around the room as a reaction to her name being called. 

There, the barrel of ale that ended up being the one thing you should never argue over with pirates, unless you wanted to get beaten to a pulp - a lesson Ymara had learned the hard way. A little bit to the left, there it was. The table under which her life had changed, where she'd poured kisses over the patron as plentiful as the ale flowed from the tap. Clothes had been left on the floor as soon as the action had moved elsewhere. Wistfully, Ymara grinned. She'd apologised to her for ruining the day's earnings but her lover had only laughed, giving Ymara time to catch her breath.

This time though, she realised that it hadn't been Annalise. It was the knight. Sunburnt and frazzled, leaning against the doorframe for support. Ymara raised a hand as a way of greeting and followed that up with a sharp whistle to be heard over the loud customers. 
"Over here!"
George
Julian Bennet 
Terresol, Sol 

Julian shuffled Towards Ymara carrying all her armour tightly in her hands she pushed past a few customers making a few swear and pull dirty faces at her she carried on ignoring them mostly until she pushed into the wrong guy and the man threw his first towards her out of pure rage and anger, she quickly held the armour she was carrying out in front of her blocking his fist after his punch successfully connected with the armour she quickly dropped it and swung her foot aiming for the mans, Uhhh man parts.

After the foot connected with his uh balls the man fell to his knees squealing in pain, "Didn't you're parents teach you it was rude to hit a lady" She said mockingly before spitting on his collapsed corpse "Sorry love I'll play nicer next time", she picks up her armour and carries on shuffling towards Ymara, she wasn't particularly proud as the person she just sent crying was probably very, very drunk. Julian opens her arms wide as she approaches Ymara going in for a hug. "Thank you for your help"
Roger
Ymara Charac
Terresol, Sol

Ymara's brain short-circuited. Julian was actually going in for a hug? Realising that she hadn't moved, she was quick to return the gesture, pulling the other woman closer. Her head spun - not just from the heat as the tavern offered a welcome distraction from the weather outside. 
Julian's body smelled like sweat, wine and the minty freshness of Ymara's healing balm, she realised. An odd combination, but certainly enjoyable. She wanted it to last a little while longer. Thus, she tightened her grip on the other woman, ever so slightly. She didn't want to risk anything, not yet. Hell, she didn't even know if there *Was* Something yet. 

Her mouth close to Julian's hair, she murmured, "Anytime. Good job on that shithead out there."
Wayne
Captain Salim
Terresol, Sol

Well my lad would indeed, slide on in here. He was away from the ship which naturally made him jittery. He hated being on land if he was being a hundred percent honest. The sea was his home not this filthy land lubbering pot hole. But bars were good enough. He needed new crew members! After a particularly disastrous expedition, they'd lost a shit ton of their crew. He needed fighters, men and women with fire in their bellies and salt in their veins. A few bilge rats would run around, looking for tough people, offering a gold coin here and there to anyone who looked like they could put up a fight, and telling them to talk to Salim, who had sat down near the entrance corner by then. One would give a coin to Ymara and another offered to Julian, pretty much forcing it on them since they didn't speak much common.
George
Julian Bennet 
Terresol, Sol

Julian rested her head against Ymara's chest and started to grip her waist tighter she slowly swayed side to side still keeping a tight grip of her hips wrapping her arms around her back she was still a little scared of the woman but why would she want to hurt her? Julian adjusted her hands a little and looked up at her with a huge grin on her face "Anytime gotta put these stupid men in their places" She stutters continuing to grin creepily. She didn't want to make any moves just yet because she knew it would frowned upon in public as two women together were kind of taboo.
Roger
Ymara Charac
Terresol, Sol

Ymara smiled into Julian's hair but looked straight ahead at the ghoul of a man practically shoving the gold in their faces. 
"Do-", she drew a breath, reluctantly letting go of the knight, "-do we look like *Prostitutes* To you? Scram. Quickly. Before I make you regret you ever set foot in here."

Looking back at Julian, she continued. "My apologies. But that almost looked like a dance? I have to warn you though, I'm Sol's three time consecutive dace champion. Think you can keep up, once you've rested?" 

Wiping her forehead, she turned back to the bar. "Cissily, love? Two ales and jug of water for the beast over here? You're a darling."
Wayne
**"No sex! Fight Madam! FIGHT!"** The little thing said. He looked no more than 15 but his eyes and faint fingernails made him look much smaller but older. **"Captain! Fight! Crew! Money!"** Inberween each word was a splattering of Arabic. Poor kid didn't know common. ~~I swear I'm not trying to cock block you~~ 

Salim sipped his drink and checked his pocket watch. He seemed much to refined to be here. Atleast from looks. He looked like a noble almost. He'd been on land for 15 minutes. Much longer than he'd like.
George
Julian Bennet 
Terresol, Sol
"Look, we're not interested," She said slowly approaching the man's table she didn't look too happy especially when he slides in and ruins her little conversation the arrogant twat it's like he's asking for a punch maybe it was just because Julian was a little hot-headed and got angry extremely easily. "Now can you stop bothering us or else, " She says leaning towards him lightly banging her fist on the table trying to intimate him although that was kind of hard when a 5'4 knight is standing in front of you especially when they're not wearing their armour. But what the pirate didn't know is she was quite handy with her fists (sorry for the pun).
Roger
Ymara Charac
Terresol, Sol

"Oh, for the love of Sytheon!" Ymara turned back, an exasperated look on her face. Simultaneously she wished she hadn't spoken at all since even a mention of the deity was frowned upon, even in these parts of the kingdom. Well, there was no turning back now. 

Closing her eyes for a few minutes, she zeroed in on the henchman. "Listen here, you pesky little critter. Just to give you an approximation of where you'll be in the next 30 seconds-", she paused to point at the door, "- and look carefully because it's the last thing you're gonna see for a while."

With that, the burly amazonian pushed past Julian and head-butted their aggressor. The minion let out something unintelligible, blood dripping from his forehead. Quick as lightning, Ymara untangled her whip, encircled the perpetrator and threw him across the floor. He landed with a thud. 

Sighing, she downed the shot Cissily had placed in front of her. Wise woman. Ymara wanted something stronger.
Wayne
Captain Salim
Terresol, Sol

Salim would look up from his pocket watch, feigning ignorance. **"Pardon me beautiful? I've just been sitting here,"** Indeed that's all he had been doing. Salim hasn't moved from his table. The bilge rat would suddenly fall silent once she arrived at his table though. Fear of the boss maybe? Maybe not. 

It was then head butted by Ymara. He would screech in pain. Poor lad. Only 15 and his first contact with a female other than his co workers and his Mother was getting headbutted by one. Salim looked amused at this and clapped his hands, once again like a noble. Slowly, softly but clearly heard. **"Good blow lass. Pray tell, are you currently under employment?"**
Roger
Ymara Charac
Terresol, Sol

"Oh, the vermin is yours? I could've guessed." Pushing a few flyaway strands from her face, she saluted. The burly man who'd stayed silent for the last few moments had finally spoken, good. "Thank you. No, certainly not what others would call *Employment*." 
Ymara let out a dry laugh. "Judging from your recruitment methods, you're desperate. Why would that be?" 
Moving over to Julian, she put a reassuring hand around her waist, her other hand found its way to her her thighs. 
The booze paired with adrenaline had given her confidence and she wasn't one to give up easily.
George
Julian Bennet
Terresol, Sol 

Julian watched as Ymara fucking beat the shit out of that kid and she grinned and thought to herself another woman who can stand her ground eh she was comforted by Ymaras touch, Julian slowly moved her hand down Yamas back eventually reaching the bottom of her back she grinned and continued to lean up against Ymara and relax ignoring the pirates completely she was lost in her own little world accompanied by the tall women. "I'm tired* She *Whispers* Into Ymara's ear gently rubbing her chin in the woman's shoulder as she was standing on her tippie toes.
Wayne
Captain Salim
Terresol, Sol

**"Ah but good lady my recruitment method is to tell others to do it for me. And yes, I've come across a recent loss in crew. Treasure hunting along the isles. You know how it is. Now I've come into possession of a large amount of money. But I lack warriors to crew my ship. So yes you could say I am desperate. Desperate for men and women of moral fiber and who can hold their own in a fight,"** He slowly nodded his head, closing his pocket watch. **"I offer good wages, opportunities to explore and freedom. Freedom from society and all this land. For those brave enough to take it,"** He took another sip before frowning. He was used to higher quality drink.
Roger
Ymara Charac
Terresol, Sol 

Ymara got goosebumps as the breeze of a whisper made its way over to her ear. It brought the smell of cheap wine with it and a part of her chided herself internally that she hadn't been able to offer anything better. Although, she thought, there was indeed a way to make Julian smell even sweeter to her lips. Just... Not here. She placed a swift kiss atop Julian's locks, casting all precautions away. 

"And you think I might be a good fit for that? Ymara questioned, stashing away her whip with a shake of her hip