A Crossing Of Different Worlds

[Carmen Quintana]

Carmen gave him a scoff, but her smile didn't relent. Though he likely had no idea about Corsair tradition, she still liked the confidence. It was certainly pleasing. She listened quietly as he continued on. Her eyes not leaving his. Holding his steady. Self assured. Focused. At the mention of his reasoning for being here, her lips curved slightly.

"Aye, amigo. Common reasoning, well close enough. I brought in a load of artifacts. We all have our means of printing those creds, eh hombre?"

Her hand raised up to the establishment at large. "A fine place. I personally do not partake of the... darker things, one might say, that happen here. Yet, it still serves well enough for my liking." Her demeanor shifted at mention of the GC. "Ah yes, those Golden Chrysanthemum are fops and tools of the Outcasts. Make for good target practice." Carmen appeared like she could taste the bitterness of her own words. "And yes again, there is solid profit to be had here. Better be, for my ass to be so far away from the soil of Crete." Carmen laughed. She took a quick swig of her drink.

"So, tell me of your turf. We Corsair's have yet to venture into Liberty. What is it like?"

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"My kin! We are Corsair! We are the 'Horned Ones'! By Crete we have been made strong! There is no foe we cannot defeat! No enemy shall be spared our horns! No friend or ally shall find us wanting! For we are Corsair! By the might of the Imperio we spread out our hands! All we see will be ours one day! I have had a dream. A dream of a green Crete. A paradise! And in that dream, our enemies are not there! Crushed and mangled beneath our horns! Uplift your voices! Shout with me! Corsair! Corsair! Corsair!"

-Carmen Elena 'Silver' Quintana of Clan Quintana of the Corsair Imperio