Ouray Inn (iRP)

[Valeria_Benitez]

"Gracias, senor." She had handed over the heavy bag and once Lancehead took it over he could notice that at least five more bottles of Malvada Rum must be inside.

As they walked through the corridors, Valeria remained quiet, witnessing the state of disrepair and the tired faces of the Xenos, while she listened to what Lancehead had to say. She followed his thoughts and silently pondered over them, trying to see through Xeno eyes and to understand how and why these people felt as they did.

"We corsairs have never been slaves and never will be. We would rather die." She sounded resolute. "We have always had to fight for ourselves, for our survival and to this day we continue this fight ..." She paused. "That is why we have so many enemies. We will not be subjugated by anyone and those who try will taste our wrath." When she spoke these words she had a fire in her eyes that showed that she was wild and ferocious inside with temperament and fire in her heart when it came to freedom.

"No, honored senor. You are not wrong, I feel..." She briefly responded to his question. "It dismays me to hear those you care for, your fellow people, to be in the situation they are in. That must be hurtful for you..." Her voice softened a bit at that and they continued to walk damaged and battle wary corridors towards the bar.

Once they reached the bar, Valeria looked around quietly taking in the scene while remaining unobtrusive to anyone's gaze she met. When Lancehead suggested the backroom, she nodded. "Si senor, lead the way." But was still keeping the man's words in her mind.

So much thought, and care ... she was intrigued to hear such from anyone so battletired as these people seemed to be. That and the man's honesty intrigued her and she was curious what he would say next as they entered one of the backrooms of the bar.

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Valeria Benitez

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