Dragoncrest Cliffs Say no to this

Maude was graced with the harsh, yet familiar tones of Tortuga, making the wench smile. 'ope they are. Little bilge rats wit' wings. Maude scowled at the cawing birds. Though she had grown up with the creatures her whole life, they never ceased to annoy her. They were crafty things, responsible many a time for her lunch being stolen.

Ye from Tortuga, mate? She asked the woman, referring to her accent. It was awfully familiar, though she didn't recognize the woman in the slightest.