The ramp which lead from pier to vanish under the waters of the bay norally was reserved for those unlucky enough to fall in, but fortunate enough not to be made a shark's meal. Today, those waters parted as a towering, lanky figure dressed in soaking wet cloaks and sea weed marched up the ramp with a pride and purpose that spoke not of a man fallen into the bay, but someone who swam a noteworthy distance. And the bruiser present spoke as much, voice gruff from the small goblin, "Hey bub, Where'd ya come from?" Mace hefted over his shoulder as if to intimidate the being who must have outsized his mass by an easy five fold. Said being slowly craning his neck down, then to the side... Something sinister about the soft blue glow within his eyes, the only visible part of his face, or body in general...<br/><br/>"North." It spoke, the voice barely male, the gaunt, malformed thing shifting to stand more upright. Of course, it's reply spooked the guard.<br/>"North? Ya swam through the reef? There's Naga there!" he blurted, suddenly taken aback, taking a step back and making ready, Naga were an enemy of the Trade Princes...<br/>"Naga..." The being intoned, more to listen to himself with this new word, rather then speak with the gaurd, "Yes... There were Naga..." Something final about the way he spoke of them in the past tense. He left no time for this to be pondered, as he began to stride away, clawed feet scraping across wooden planks and leaving streaks of salt water as he went. The bruiser, remained, dumbstruck until the figure stopped abruptly. So abruptly, in fact, that it spooked the little green skin. "Morroja." he suddenly barked, his strange tongue rolling the final syllable, making the 'a' transform into a hiss. "Where is she?" Slowly turning to regard the goblin one more time...<br/><br/>The bruiser physically recoiled from that look... Something primal, something predatory and savage within the depths of those eyes which he had never seen in all his years in the vale and bay. Not the hunger of a raging raptor, nor the cruelty of a naga's heart... Nothing compared to what he beheld within those eyes... "Uh... Morroja? The orc? Y-y-yea... A-a-a-ah seen 'er before... Sh, she hangs at the Scarlett Sage... I swaer!" Abruptly backing away and cowering behind his shield...<br/>"Sssscarrrlett... Sssage..." He hissed, carressing each part of the word, savoring them like many would a fine wine... "Thanksss..." He hissed out, before turning once more, and heading away, as if already knowing which way this was...<br/><br/>Luckily for her, he did not.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>