[b][color=#a4161a]"Whoa, no need to get snappy there messer Fuzzy-wuzzy, just a plain ol' messenger here."[/color][/b] Yvonne opened her mouth to continue, paused, frowned, and looked back in deep thought before shrugging something off her mind. [b][color=#a4161a]"Eh, ain't remember what's on the label. But nabbed it off Krub's cellar back then."[/color][/b]

Leave it to her to loot some booze before their return.

[b][color=#a4161a]"You'd bet I'll board the first ship to somewhere tropical once Freddy cash out my reward, Bae!"[/color][/b] Or perhaps she'd hang around longer to join in the upcoming war instead. Seems like something Capn' would gladly participate in... or avoid like plague. If the latter, she's definitely taking that ship. Say what you will, but the mercenary leader had a near-supernatural keen instinct on avoiding danger. Yvonne thought that she should pay the man a visit after this, first thing first. [b][color=#a4161a]"And doctor Solomon, my favorite man! Always with the good idea, eh? Get me outta these bandages, it itch like hell. Ah, before that-"[/color][/b]

The mercenary turned around, placed two fingers at the side of her mouth, and whistled loud and clear. Noisy enough that a particularly disgruntled visage popped at the side of the carriage, the very gaze pointedly asking [i]"What?"[/i]

[b][color=#a4161a]"Join us for a moment, would'ya? Little one must be hungry."[/color][/b]