Fang sat on a bar stool leaning over the counter at the Drowning Wench. She was dressed casually. Bold move on her part, but she knew nobody living had seen her face so she didn't care. Besides, she could use a drink after all the running around she had been doing lately. Her ears flicked about as she overheard a Male Mindlander questioning a nearby Yellow Jacket. "You mean to tell me a grand company ship blows up, and nobody knows who did it?" he said in annoyed tone.Â
The Yellow Jacket replied, "Well all we know is someone named Fang did eet mate. Left a mask with a the named etched into it an' a body at the scene. S'all we know right now." he shrugged.Â
She grinned to herself. Her seed had been planted and now people are worried. Or at the very least curious. Â She continued sitting at the bar and sipping her ale. But she couldn't help but think..who. The man didn't look like he was with the Maelstrom or the Yellow Jackets for that matter. So who exactly did she get attention of? She shrugged a bit before shifting her attention to Baderon flashing him a warm smile. "You hear about this too?" she asked him as he was busy mixing a drink for another nearby patron. He nodded, "Yes, lass. Damn thang woke me right up in the middle of the night. They said someone named Fang was behind the deed."
She tapped her chin, as if she was trying to figure out something she had already knew. "Hmm..that is strange."
Baderon nodded in agreement. "Indeed, so you best be careful walkin' round ere' at night, lass. Beauty such as yerself would surely attract attention." he said with a smile.Â
Fang took another sip from her ale before setting it on the counter. "I'm sure you say that to all pretty women who are paying you for drinks." she said grinning at the man, her purple eyes seemed to sparkle, surely she doesn't appear to be a killer or demolitionist. But that was her niche, being that unexpected equation.Â
"Nope! It's on the house, just fer you lass" he chuckled and began tending to other patrons on the other side of the bar.
Fang smiled at the man as he moved further down the bar before she twirled around on her stool to face the crowd. She had notice the Midlander had seemed to have moved on. She finished her drink and got up and made her way to the market.
The Yellow Jacket replied, "Well all we know is someone named Fang did eet mate. Left a mask with a the named etched into it an' a body at the scene. S'all we know right now." he shrugged.Â
She grinned to herself. Her seed had been planted and now people are worried. Or at the very least curious. Â She continued sitting at the bar and sipping her ale. But she couldn't help but think..who. The man didn't look like he was with the Maelstrom or the Yellow Jackets for that matter. So who exactly did she get attention of? She shrugged a bit before shifting her attention to Baderon flashing him a warm smile. "You hear about this too?" she asked him as he was busy mixing a drink for another nearby patron. He nodded, "Yes, lass. Damn thang woke me right up in the middle of the night. They said someone named Fang was behind the deed."
She tapped her chin, as if she was trying to figure out something she had already knew. "Hmm..that is strange."
Baderon nodded in agreement. "Indeed, so you best be careful walkin' round ere' at night, lass. Beauty such as yerself would surely attract attention." he said with a smile.Â
Fang took another sip from her ale before setting it on the counter. "I'm sure you say that to all pretty women who are paying you for drinks." she said grinning at the man, her purple eyes seemed to sparkle, surely she doesn't appear to be a killer or demolitionist. But that was her niche, being that unexpected equation.Â
"Nope! It's on the house, just fer you lass" he chuckled and began tending to other patrons on the other side of the bar.
Fang smiled at the man as he moved further down the bar before she twirled around on her stool to face the crowd. She had notice the Midlander had seemed to have moved on. She finished her drink and got up and made her way to the market.
