<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/3c/f7/4a/3cf74a0ed77a5c4cc6e5b30c5660672b.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">cut-throat Grok</span><br/>Grok smiled as she looked up and down Mara's beautiful figure. "Hmm. I like what you're wearing now. I'd thought Kropp would feel the same. But then, I guess it'd be a shame letting that soft skin get burned all the time." She turns around and gives Mara a pair of pantaloons and an apron. As she bows down to get the girl some boots, a shrill sound comes from further in the little shop. "Chwirk, Chwirk" Grok looks back. "That's odd. The thing's been quiet all day." Mara can clearly recognise her familiar's call. Seeing the recognition, Grok grins"That thing yours? She picks up the cage the sound is coming from. "Well, I mean it belongs to the captain now. But considering I like your pretty face, I'm sure we can come up with a trade?"