<strong>"Goddamn, old man. You're clearly not getting old for show. That's some tale!"</strong><br/><br/>The exclaimed praise was from another regular of the Rusty Dragon, mainly because half the time she was the person cooking up greasy delights for the tavern patrons to join with their ale. Sayla was a young woman of Tienese descent, possibly Minkai but there was really no way to tell considering her unknown parentage. The particularly petite girl had been brought to Sandpoint by Shalelu more than a decade ago, acting as the older elf's little sister, though the older woman's stoicism didn't exactly rub off on Sayla. The girl was a tricky, fun-loving, and clever young girl who spent her youth running around town with Ameiko and getting in trouble. She'd come a long way from picking pockets and pranking the adults though, and was gainfully employed at her best friend's tavern . . as boring as that was. Really, old Beaver's tales were one of the few things that really alleviated her boredom these days!<br/><br/><strong>"Gotta be close to the coastal edge of the marsh then, since I doubt a ship could find an inlet in very far. Imagine what we could find in that ship . . . I mean, by all rights if it has your name on it then we'd be remiss to NOT go see if we could find it, right Ameiko?"</strong>Sayla grinned towards Ameiko, a little lopsided affair as she stared at the woman with adventure in her mis-matched eyes. Really, Sayla'd be trying to find an excuse to get her into something more interesting for WEEKS, but with Shalelu always around it was hard to slip away. This plus the reports of goblins with fireworks might be just the thing she needed to liven things up a bit.