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</div><br/>Serene had been sitting at the bar eyeing the strange motley crew gathering at a nearby table. Brushing a lock of silver hair behind her ears, she turned her head towards her chocolate cranberry juice mixed drink, her messy ponytail whipping sideways from the quick movement. Tilting her head back, she let the cool liquor pour down her throat, finishing the last bit before slamming the cup down onto the counter with a loud thud.<br/><br/>She had heard tell of the same stories as these men, knowing the truth behind them. She stared into her glass a bit longer than necessary before sliding off her stool and making her way towards them, though her steps were a bit off kilter. One could easily mistake her for having one too many drinks with the way she stepped at odd angles. Eventually, she found an empty seat nearby, and fell into it, peering her sea blue eyes at each man. “I don’t suppose you’d have need of an expert navigator on this journey of yours?” Her voice was light and airy, but her accent was thick of unknown origin. “I’d like to see that chocolate finger for myself but haven’t found the right crew to join. You seem like an...odd bunch, but I can smell promise in each of you.”<br/><br/>Serene leaned forward on the table, her eyes narrowing at who she assumed to be the supposed captain. Her head tilted this way and that, sizing him up, her movements seemed sluggish and unsteady, before clicking her tongue and shrugging as she leaned back against the back of her chair. “Yeah, good enough methinks. Well, what say ye?”