<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/lB240Kg.jpg?)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Penn Teegan</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>26<strong>AC:</strong>19<strong>Passive Senses:</strong>18<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Status<br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=222317)<br/><hr/>Her immediate instinct is to conceal the violence of this action from prying eyes, despite the warm, encouraging flow of adrenaline through her limbs-- so she quickly snags a ratty, nearly-useless tarp from a nearby dreg-boat and throws its porous weight over the dead man.  The living one, she props up against a piling to let him be seen-- so any passer-by can see his chest still rising and falling in his unconscious state, even as he continues to drip fresh blood down his face.  Bleeding means alive, so no reports of a murder.<br/><br/>Briefly lifting the corner of the tarp, she has a moment to search the body within... though at the sight of the mashed-faced Kraken twitching out his last on the dock, Penn's eyebrows furrow and she gives a double-take, then slowly lifts her face to Charna with an unbelieving, wide-eyed and drawn-mouthed look of<i>What the actual fuck?!</i>She shakes it off, accepting it quickly-- certainly not the first time she's seen mashed brains spread on these docks. The dagger, the gem, and the coins go smoothly out in offering to Charna to stow away.<br/><br/>Moving on, crouching over the unconscious Kraken and quickly searching both men, she frowns in consternation at the note and shows it to Charna.  This is what she was looking for, and she gives a brief, accusatory glance to Grant.  He should know better than to owe coin to anyone, much less their enemy.  This was not the kind of dealings they entertained.  She lifts the shoulders of the tarped corpse and smoothly drags it aboard Grant's boat... expecting to get a little distance from the docks' sight and deep-six the fucker.  She's kind of a tiny thing, so she clearly could use some help to expedite the load.<br/><br/>As soon as the corpse is out of sight, she makes a quick hog-tie of the unconscious man and tosses his mace aside.  She dabs the note in the blood under his nose and, with a rusted nail from the docks, pins it to the eyelet of his armor and, hitching his  boot into the stirrup of a nearby horse-- or tossing him atop an unattended vegetable cart-- or somehow sending him on his way, with the note visible, into public-- she turns back to the others.  The word will get out that the Kraken had a beef, tried to muscle the Dragons, and got their balls smacked.  Of course, it will also come to light that they tried to use underhanded collection methods, as if the Dragons were<i>citizens...</i>not the way to handle a beef.<br/><br/>The Kraken's only recourse, she hopes, will be to approach the Dragons above-board and actually negotiate, at which time recompensation, if necessary, will be made.  The right way.<br/><br/>Shrugging toward the ship, she walks the pier to board, one slim finger extended toward Grant in warning.  Patch-brother or not, don't fuck up.