<b><span style="font-size: 18px">The Barge</span></b><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px">Lydia sees the doubt and the hesitation in her quarry's eyes. <br/>
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<i>One little ordeal and then you can start the rest of your life, my pet. All you have to do is come to me.</i></span><br/><br/>Really Jenine should be close enough already, but Lydia prefers sure things.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"It's a bit squalid, I know. I was *expecting* to stay with my carriage, until the question of the security of the road loomed. And this was the only ship we had at the rendevous headed for Yartar. I'm certainly going to speak to our factors about the scent after we arrive - it's not some fishing trawler, after all. "</span><br/><br/>But Plark had enough. There was woman to be had, and she was close enough to take! He lumbers forward, in an attempt to grab the girl on the gangplank.<br/><br/>Lydia whirls her head as the cloaked orc shoves his way past,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"Melchor, what in the name of Waukeen's gilded ass do you think you're doing?"</span>