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despite her normally detached nature, there was something about vlad's excitability that stirred a sense of discomposure in the secluded female. she eyed him sagely, as if peering down a rim of spectacles -- and spoke: "you've much to learn about crabbing, vlad." a slippery smile doused her countenance as she dissected his peculiar speech. vlad's dialect was most amusing, and the gutturalness of it clicked off the cave walls in abundance. she liked it.

"caiaphas. but you can call me what you wish." she was never one to be flustered by the mixage of names, and with a flourish the sea-witch turned tail and scrambled down the narrow opening of one of the many tunnels. in one of those circular caverns she had witnessed a great house of all manner of decapods , and she would start her search for them immediately.