<div class="floatright">(http://i286.photobucket.com/albums/ll98/thetragicfragments/pirate.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Govad<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Blue Iguana (exiting)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Clive</span></div><br/>“Went and bought you one,” Govad muttered with a scowl. “It’s not tailored, can’t wait on it. But you’re a woman, you can fix it if it doesn’t fall right. I had a fancy to see you in a skirt.” It had cost quite a bit more than he had expected, but his pockets had been full with coin and he’d not thought to protest it.<br/><br/>Govad stood then, catching movement as someone lurched at him with a glint of a knife. He gripped the man’s arm and twisted it then jerked, feeling more than hearing the sickly pop of bone being wrenched from its socket. The man howled and the knife clattered to the table, and the captain shoved him away. “Just wanted a fucking drink,” Govad grumbled before he jerked his head at the door. “Up. Out.”<br/>