<strong>Mira</strong><br/><br/>Mira stood, jaw agape, the talkative beauty struck speechless by this turn events.  Had she just been rejected?  By this scurvy ridden, old sea dog?  A sharp retort gathered on her lips but she held her tongue.  A stung as her pride was, it was not worth causing trouble.  They were already on the run from the Watch.  Best not attract any further attention.<br/><br/>Instead, the Brythunian beauty fell in alongside her companions as they made their way to the Freebooter... Perhaps they would have better luck there...