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the pale sea wretch's gaze parted from james, trailing down the coast towards the approaching form of vlad. icily, she remained silent until he was near enough to review the new contender before them. james miles. caiaphas repeated the name, amused by the simplicity of it. certainly, much easier to say than her own name.

"this is saltwinter - we have only one rule. survival." she looked the male over, wondering what prowess or talent he could offer her. "we can give you shelter -- and food -- and comrades. what can you give in return?"