Old Acquaintances and lost friends

[Bazza]

A tall, gallant young woman of Kusarian descent featuring waist-length, jet-black hair coldly glares at Bret from behind the shadows, her steel-blue eyes piercing right through his persona.

She stands upright and proud, a heavy gauge rifle propped up against her right shoulder blade. If not for the attention-demanding firearm in her grasp, she would exude the aura of a traditional Kusarian shrine maiden.

If my intentions were to harm you, I would have had no need to get this close... non-human.

I believe we've never been formally introduced. Know that my task is to serve Miss. McDowell.

She proudly strutted past Bret and took her place beside Evangeline as the shorter Bretonian intently waited the arrival of her undesirable guests; the womans' long, flowing hair waving deftly in the still, unbroken air of the salvage frigate.

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