To the theme of This one (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dy4ie4sxSPI)<br/><br/><strong>L</strong>argya pulled the paddles back again, looking at the handsome young man. Short, blonde hair, a shiny armor, all looked quite fit for a king and leader. "Why, so glum? Oh, does the swamp around put you down? Why, I reckon such murky waters would displease any kind soul." She did not seem to mind, however. Inwardly, it was quite the opposite.<br/><br/>"Yes. It smells. You are certain that is the way to Oleg's post, aye?" "Oh, very much so. It is the shortest way I could possibly take, do bear with the smell." She found the aroma of the swamps waters to be quite lovely herself. She was rowing in the opposite direction right now, but this -was- the shortest way for her to Oleg's post. She had made sure the young man wouldn't be missed or minded. And frankly, he was far too idealistic to properly lead a kingdom, even if it was one not in the centre of the world.<br/>Of course, Largya herself was unfit to lead. She didn't like dozens of guards and people to watch her. Now, manipulating a king or queen that owed her, that sounded far more tempting...<br/>"It really smells.. ugh. I'm feeling sick." The young man distracted her from her thoughts. She brushed her hand through her hair, the disguise person spell hiding it's beautiful, muckus covered green.<br/>"Why, I thought the poison would never set in!" She mused. "P.. poison?" he shouted, scrambling up and reaching for his sword, yet stumbling.<br/><br/>"Aye. That drink I offered you. The potion to help make you popular with the ladies? A slow working poison. Don't you worry, it's quite painless and.. well.. I can't sell your armor, too great a risk one would recognize it, but don't you worry, I'll fulfill what you spoke of as you destiny." An inhumanely long tongue lashed out, curling into the young mans poket and pulling out the Charter he had so proudly displayed to her earlier.<br/><br/>Now, don't you look at me like that. She mused, taking the charter and stuffing it into her generous backpack. "You partook of my body, you partook of my potions, I said I'd ask for payment later, ain't my fault you never bothered to ask what payment I wanted." She extended a hand, giving an encouraging, yet quite wicked smile. "Don't you worry, the poison will do its dues, and, just like me before when you lay with me.. You wont feel a thing." She extended her hand, caressing the mans cheek.. he could feel a coating of poison being applied, before things grew dark around him.<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/MyUws4u.jpg)<br/>"No hard feelings. Its just business." Now, with her disguising magic fading.. it had once before, but the man had not minded the lights out, Largya would set out, row out, to find some to rule a kingdom. Of course, not about anyone would do. She didn't want the shiny and pretty. She wanted those with actual skills.. that didn't mind a slimy, amphibian exterior hiding a beautiful, slimy and amphibian interor.<br/><br/>A while later, she excited the swamp again, licking her lips with a satisfied grin and making way for the actual Outpost. Oh, perhaps she could take a peek at those unjustly rejected by other groups that wished to recruit help along the way?<br/>