<span style="color: #00BF40"> "Auntie Jane? Not sure who that is, but she should stop sending morons after you, morons never get anything done." </span><br/><br/>Jacee jumped back with a startled yelp, a string of heavily accented curses following closely behind, "What kind of bludgering, hatfelting, bampot...! What in hell are ye doing on my ship?! How'd ye get there, anyway?!" She shook her head vigorously, irritated not only by the man's sudden presence, but also that her accent had slipped so badly.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF0080">Oh, now he's offering help?</span> </span>Jacee pulled a sour face, "Ye've gotta be kidding mea... Damn this accent," she hissed under her breath, "I dinnae need yer help... Dinnae need the heart attacks ye bring wit ye, either..."<br/><br/>She huffed her frustration, "You offer help, what is it you want in return? Why steal this bit of parchment, then return it to me?" she flashed the map, her accent becoming more manageable as she calmed down, "Yeah. I know about tha'. ... That." She coughed, slightly embarrassed by her lingual slip.<br/><br/>"Just who are you, anyway? And why the sudden interest in me? Were you sent after me, or do you think me some sort of easy target... I can assure you, I'm not," she added quickly.<br/><br/>(For those interested, a "bampot" is a Scottish slang term for idiot, and "dinnae" is do not or don't.)