The Hunt Begins.

[Unseelie]

A short redhead in dark skintights slunk into a booth in the dimly lit Dresla's Bar, situated just off a street corridor near the spinward bays, sliding some sort of fruity alcohol across the table, eager optimism shining from her green eyes.
"Uh, hi? hello sir, sorry to be messin your malt and all...Name's Lizzie, Elisabeth Smith, whatever...Worked up some heat on Cambridge, springing vases 'n artefact's 'n the like from them stiffs and propers, den things got hot, felt I should walk a world or two away...Anyhow, whats left is that I ended up here, after boosting whatever cred I had left into a Clydesdale that didn't really make it all the way, had to pick up a Seaserpent on some sort of ****e deal, which I've been workin to pay off best I can, but I'm in some rather bloody ****e, oh, bout two dot seven mill deeper than I started, and I aint been able to run anything that pays much more than my runnin costs up here...so, anyway...bartend pointed me at ya..."

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