Silvertip Mountain Traveling alone

The baiting line was enough to rile the young pirate into a heightened state of interest. He liked her! She was precisely what he was looking for to begin Ironsea. The seafarer did not know how well his sister would take to the feisty woman, but he did not care much. Her smirk seemed to ruffle his pelt, and the pallid brute lifted his skull upward and chuckled at her before doing a dramatic spin in a circle and quirking a brow alluringly. “Ye don't have to do much, misses. Fer a fine lady like yerself, I'd be happy to give ye the full show,” he teased with a flashing green and a swish of his tail. On such long limbs, he appeared to be dancing on stilts. But, the pirate did weave an entrancing step or two before he stopped.

“Say now, lass. What's yer name?” he asked her with a quirked brow and a curious glance. It would do him well to know who he was addressing when he tried to recruit her to the Ironsea. For all of the others that he had come across in the wilds, he had never been so sure that one would belong in his crew – this fiery woman would certainly fit well.