when she'd made her way completely around the wagons interior..larl with broom in hand ready for a fight...moved into the center of Masters wagon...looking up through the hole in the center finding all was well there to...she would guess the little Heffer had flown out and i wouldn't have to look for it anymore.

she was just about to leave to the fire but something stopped her in her tracks...

the little kite was standing on one of the bosk horns just above the doorway...it was now or never...only one thing was in the way...Masters Bosk skull and horns...if she were to knock it down He'd be pissed

Tell me about it!

sharko is also..a woman? ok..ok by me

Missy betty is sharko alter ego

Crrraaaaaap! out.

Oh no shark didnt hear ya ask to get burbon

Ah

good night vaash have a good evening

she was able to shift her weight and roll over onto her left side, she was able to see her lifted rt thigh, the branded skin was pink and puckered, reminding her of bosk horns.. she ran a finger lightly above it, following it's design, gently feeling the salve the Commander had placed over it before leaving her side, rolls fully over lifting to sit onto her ass, feeling the wheel's chain that is latched to her collar pull and snatch her back, she winces with the movement, but thinks being bound all night caused most of the hurting than the branding

remembering what Haruspex had ordered her, she rotates slowly the small gold ring in her right nostril, she smiles as no pain, or lagging is felt, happy to know it must be healing well

a slave brings her a meal of bosk meat bits and water, tells this one to alert a Guard when she needs to visit the slave wagon and she will return, she give me a look at her healed tuchuk brand and smiles as she hurries away

knowing this is not a day of chores, slowly eats my bits and looks to the brightening day, for there will be very few if any days like this again

smart move

nice to see you dear

sleep well

waves

Night vaash

ok folks... gotta get ready for the morning

Nice seeing you all

enjoy your evening/night

Gotta get bourbon, brb

Loping buffs gather no moss

who's Betty

thought you were married

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One more try to really CLIMB that board!

Betty gonna sweep me off my feet?

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Being in North Town meant negotiating with generally more insulated types. Sure, for a lot of them they understood at some level just what it meant to have a bounty, and to have those bounties pursued.

But for at least some of these people, this was just another ‘Numbers Go Up’ business. Manage assets, move money, resolve conflicts. Risk, in this case, could be a purely financial one.

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IRIDIA was broadcasting her private ping to PartyFinder, sequestered from the rest of the NET for existential reasons. Echo had racked up one hell of a bounty, one that eclipsed her own but it was still substantial enough to make this a consideration.

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Unlike Peregrine P. Olveira, she was indoors and had gotten the ping that Echo Fenix had arrived, so at the base of the towering multi-use, multi-company, multi-faction structure she emerged through some automatic glass and metal doors to see the two arriving… wait did they get here at the same time?

"Alright, chooms — let's uh…" She looked like she was preparing for a corporate job interview, the kind where the bosses are a bit old-fashioned. "…we got a game plan going into this?"