<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Redheads/a65179aa-c67a-40a6-a8a3-7b8c21b09044_zps12f42cdb.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Sheydran Corsei</span>,<em>Companion</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Location, heading to Man's Ruin<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Samson, Thalia, Santiago, Babette, Aaron<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>This (http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/Clothes/6eb0f13c-d286-4496-ad27-42c1d8cca2a0_zps9bf6b216.jpg)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Shey would have been happy to shake Bab's hand but the young seeming (Shey suspected she was older than she looked) woman suddenly turned and was dispatching two men who'd been approaching. The ease with which she did it, and her following comment put a look on Shey's face that couldn't seem to decide if it wanted to be a smile or a scowl, "While I wouldn't relish the cleaning needed to get their smell out of my clothes, that is the second time in less than an hour someone had felt the need to put down drunkards approaching me. I'm not sure what it is about this section of town, I've not been accosted so much in my weeks here and suddenly it seems to be the chosen past time," she said a low chuckle in her throat but there was a flash of something just slightly dangerous in the back of her eyes, if one was looking, as well.<br/><br/>She might appear to be a soft, pretty, little thing, but looks could be deceiving and Shey knew how to hand the proper end of a blade.<br/><br/>Thinking on what both Thalia and Santiago had said she gave a slight nod, "The shuttle with the Cortex makes the most sense, it'll allow me privacy to speak with clients, many of whom don't mind people knowing they are contracting a Companion but a few prefer their contracts to be a bit more....clandestine," she said, a small smirk tugging the corners of her lips.<br/><br/>