Parin's quill danced over yellowed parchment, making notes about a charcoal rubbing she had made several months back in some sort of ruin. You could've called the foxgirl an adventurer, but her quest for history and answers instead of wealth, fame and glory meant you could call her a field archeologist as well, albeit one who frequently questioned her choice of profession. At least notes and journals usually didn't try to horribly murder her.<br/><br/>Muttering to herself and engrossed in her work, Parin failed to notice the heavy steps leading up to the door of the room she was in. She blinked in surprise as the candlelight was suddenly drowned by a flood of warm, yellow light, followed by that exclamation.<b><i>"I DO NOT WANT TO FUCK YOU!"</i></b>The metal giant Ogun cried out as he carefully fit himself through the door. The quill snapped in Parin's fingers while she stared at him, trying to process what he just said.<span style="color: Blue">"What?"</span><br/><br/>Recovering from her initial shock and surprise, the foxgirl put the ruined quill down.<span style="color: Blue">"You don't want to fuck me?" </span>She asked, completely flabbergasted by what Ogun said.<span style="color: Blue">"I...uh, who put the idea in your head that you'd need to?!"</span>Easily flustered, Parin's cheeks were colored a rosy red by a growing blush.<span style="color: Blue">"Has Mirri been bothering you? Did one of the Aviari give her alcohol again?"</span>She asked while rolling up her notes.<br/><br/>----------------------<br/><br/>Above decks, Mirri had grown tired with passively watching and suddenly burst out between Darion and W'ineton while screaming<span style="color: Green">"Daz Fudja!"</span>The snake-tailed fae cackled in glee, completely ruining the serious mood while she tried to land on Eira's shoulders, trailing a mix of golden and red fairy dust that betrayed it had been a bit since the faerie's last feeding, her empowered state slowly wearing off as she expended the extra magic.<span style="color: Green">"Feegle fae nos uru?"</span>She chattered excitedly at the trio, despite their inability to understand Mirri's guttural tongue.<span style="color: Green">"Why every face dour? Iz dat omnen."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>