Stavanger Bay atop sins towered heaven high for me

How did she come to be here?  It was a fairly simple question, but one that involved a fairly long process for herself.  She decided to go with the shorter version; not out of secrecy, but moreso an attempt to not wear the company thin.

"I fair well hopped from pack to pack for a time, but never found a crew worth getting behind.  Something either went wrong or was off... hard to get a fit sometimes," she said with a small grin.  She was choosy at times when it came to company.  And she didn't put effort into a thing that she felt didn't deserve it.  "Then I met Smokestep, and Raptor, and I liked em well enough.  This place feels a lot like old times, so I gave it a try.  And I like it fine."  

She glanced sideways.  "How about you? You don't seem the type for a crew like this, no offense meant."  This wasn't exactly your typical pack, and while Rosalyn had known those of her kind to seek such places, she didn't seem to come from that background.  Perhaps she was seeking a change.  The scourge type that this place collected tended to fall rather well into the wiles of a harlot, so maybe that was why.  Rosalyn couldn't say that even she was immune.