by Aloeth Bowstringer » Sun Jul 29, 2018 1:17 am
Aloeth looks to Flint:
Unlike many on the waters, I be a woman of me word. This dinna go horribly, just bad, and the old folk had to be knocked down a peg or two. Yep, I be includin' ye in that statement. Plus, I ain't gonna step foot on a ship that be cursed, and me men won't be me men if I did. Thankee for the offer, though.
With that, she saunters out of the room, having semi-gotten away with telling off probably two of the oldest people in the world. She hops back onto the ship assigned to her and gets back with her men, giving them the rundown of the plans.