(OOC): Sorry about being gone! My job had a huge rush and I've been pulling hell of overtime! Great first post, by the way!<br/><br/>(IC):<br/>A young wood elf in her late teens was strolling down the main aisle between the cells. She was attracting a lot of attention, almost all of being negative and/or crude. The warning of her approach was spreading quickly down the aisle and through the cells like a ripple of a stone dropped into a calm lake.<br/><br/>Urania had grown accustomed to the rowdy setting of her "Brig" and strolled wordlessly along, stopping occasionally to study a prisoner. She unconsciously fingered the safety switch of her Phoenix-caliber<em>Archer</em>(a handgun-like weapon fitted with small, study, metal arrows instead of bullets). Her long, pointy, tapered ears were flicking anxiously, cuing in to any potentially threatening sound, though her catlike turquoise eyes were devoid of any sign of fear.<br/><br/>The bounty hunter stopped to peer into the cell across from Lucas. It was a older male dark elf, who was glaring at her dangerously. She had captured him not long before she bought Lucas, and she was very excited at the price he would fetch her. He was guilty of a serial murder; not just any serial murder, either. He was caught in the act of murdering the royal family of the planet Vumaris, and the Selkies would give anything to see him dead. He stood up, smirking, and stepped up to the cell bars. Urania stiffened and flipped the<em>Archer</em>'s safety off.<br/><br/>"What would say, brother," Harlan was directing the comment beyond her, "To helping me put this tasty hunter in her place? She would prove a fun conquest, eh?"