<strong>Mira</strong><br/>Mira laughed at the Baroness' jest, any hint of discomfort now long gone.  "Tis odd but I have heard such things myself... Men are apt to do strange things when deprived of the company of women..."<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Lookin' fer me, ladies?" A sardonically tinged voice speaks from behind them, and leaning against a wooden crate, is a tall Aquilonian, blonde and blue eyed, thing as a rail and hard as old leather, "Hear yer be wantin' a ship ta sail out.  I c'n be that ship, if ye c'n match me price."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>"Aye Captain, we be looking," Mira replied with a seductive grin as she looked him up and down.<em>Hmm... not bad... </em>, she thought to herself.<br/><br/>She walked towards him, her legs moving in a long and graceful stride, the flimsy silks she wore drifting gently in the sea breeze.  Brushing aside an errant strand of flame red hair, she turned on her charm and spoke.<br/><br/>"My mistress," she began - gesturing to the Baroness, "seeks passage out for herself and her two retainers out of this Gods forsaken port.  And a man named Garret said you may be able to assist us."<br/><br/>"For your services, you will be richly rewarded..." Mira continued, her honeyed tongue spinning the words into a seductive web of innuendo.  She stood close, very close, the tips of her barely clad breasts nearly touching his chest as she stood on tip toe and whispered in his ear, her voice heated and passionate.  "Coin, we have a plenty.  But I offer you a chance to sample something far greater than any gold..."<br/><br/><br/>