Silver Creek Silvermoon

What Magnolia learned from the woman's next words felt important. She admitted that the family was tied to something in the past, an old friend or perhaps a dead ruler, which was curious. She did not ask for more details but she did pocket that bit of information to mull over later.

When the offer came Mag was surprised, to say the least. The bog-lady knew herself to be young, hale of health, and cunning, but none of those aspects resonated when she looked at the giant or the giant's daughter; what was the point of joining up with beasts like this? They probably ate triple that of her average-sized self merely to function, given their size. It sounded like too much work to keep such people fed.

No need to decide on the spot, the woman added.

Good. Issa nice offer, but I ain't desperate enough yet to pledge ta any crew. Mag didn't want to offend the woman still, although by now she'd spotted a few routes of egress that would take her to safety if the need were to arise. Ah, I'm more offa free spirit, hennyway.