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The rusty-spotted cat waved his tail quickly before bounding over. "Hey there," the pirate grinned jovially. He had no qualms with the swamp, coming from the Typhoon, but he thought friendly visits were unusual to the Pitt. "I'm no expert, but I don't think we get Tanglewood visitors 'ere very often. M'name's Kian, is there anything I can help you with Miss Elsyweyr?"
Kian Ó Faoláin
Hey, ho, below, below. Stowing sugar in the hold below... The Irishman hummed softly as he trotted along the edges of the desert, running a quick patrol. The scent of Tanglewood was enough to make him pause in confusion, sea-green eyes flashing to the border.The rusty-spotted cat waved his tail quickly before bounding over. "Hey there," the pirate grinned jovially. He had no qualms with the swamp, coming from the Typhoon, but he thought friendly visits were unusual to the Pitt. "I'm no expert, but I don't think we get Tanglewood visitors 'ere very often. M'name's Kian, is there anything I can help you with Miss Elsyweyr?"
We'll all be returning, if we sail together