[So... "James." That person passing by? There's this odd, sort of faintly sulfurous scent in the air, a bit like gunpowder, when she gets close. She's bundled up pretty heavily. As soon as she's addressed, though, her head lifts and returns the gaze, and the pirate's getting a nice full view of something that looks like it came out of an old religious pamphlet.
Red eyes, fangs barely visible when she talked, a pair of black horns on her head, and a spaded tail that swishes its way out of the heavy coat. Her eyebrow raises and she shakes her head.]
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Red eyes, fangs barely visible when she talked, a pair of black horns on her head, and a spaded tail that swishes its way out of the heavy coat. Her eyebrow raises and she shakes her head.]
Don't want to sell that one. You'll regret it.