Blackbeak Bluff doubloons

Emris held her ground as the seawolf approached, her lilac eyes unwavering as they met his molten stare. There was no challenge in her gaze, but neither was there submission. His words brought a faint curve to her lips, more acknowledgment than a smile.

“Aye, some might,” she replied, her voice low and even, carried by the breeze. “But you don’t seem the sort t' spook easily.”

She let her weight shift upon her legs, settling herself with ease against the jagged rock.

The wind tugged at her thick coat, carrying in the salt-tinged air that clung to the cliffs. Her gaze flickered briefly to the churning waters far below before returning to him.

"What brings y' here?"