<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/a2/eb/c4a2eb3622a5fd5f4149b8e094a22fa3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Danae Vine-Lott (https://www.dndbeyond.com/characters/13428552/mqOlTT)<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Mercy, Deck, Captain's Quarters<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>White cotton jodhpurs, loose grey muslin riding shirt with collar open and sleeves rolled up, barefoot<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Demanding answers<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Jacqueline, Colleen<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The question so baldly posed to her by Colleen stored uncomfortable echoes.  She had been so close to the culmination of her pleasure.  She had embarked on the<em>Charlotte</em>to escape.  Escape madness, frustration, questions too difficult to answer.  Questions with no answer.<br/><br/>"That, I do, Colleen, and you, for one, are most beautiful," Danae said, and tousled flaxen locks of hair sensing that the girl may have been fishing for a compliment.  She called out to Jacqueline, "I cannot speak for you, Mademoiselle, but there are too many questions that cry out for answers.  What say you we ask our obliging cabin girl to give us a tour of the ship?"  Of Martira Bay she had heard of the infamous Cosmopolis Club, and the lady-officers of Mordent's Household Guard who would frequent those decadent premises searching for what no self-respecting Mordentish girl would give.  Danae had been invited, but had always found an excuse not to go.<br/><br/>She rose and placed a hand on Jacqueline's forearm, "We should know a little more about Dr Heinfroth.  Mademoiselle Jacqueline,  do you not concur that Colleen would make a most distinguished guide, and a fine companion for lonely soldiers out at sea such as ourselves?"<br/><br/>She kept her voice as warm as she could, but her eyes were steely, communicating an unspoken determination to Jacqueline.  A fellow warrior, and swordswoman would know.