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Flavinia is not a short woman, for a human at least, but those are some giants, and slamming the doors is not her style or something she intends to compete with, no, she had to make a proper entrance of course, which meant having some other patron be a gentleman and open the door for her, which did not always work, but she had some sense as to who would be more likely to serve her will, few men were unwilling to believe that a woman found him attractive, even while sober. And it was probably all for nothing to create an entrance where she could stride in as if it was all but natural to attract everyone's attention. But she takes that effort anyway, with a spring in her step and a straight back, wearing her finery, carefully groomed all over with a little magic help. Oh well, bar first, captain Bloodbeard had once shot the first man into his cabin with a crossbow when he had opened recruitment for a new first mate, or so she had been told, would not want someone too ambitious, it sounded like a tale she'd spin up, which probably meant it wasn't true. Still, anyone too eager to get signed on created an impression that they had been told off by too many others. If she were watched, and that woman almost certainly did, she casts only a passing glance to the sign, there were yet more than enough time.

Apparently, nobody truly interesting had the same idea as her, some reasonable handsome fellow went off to the backrooms for hiring crew, only time for half a flirt to find out what here was good to drink, nothing to stiff, half a flirt could get her a drink for free often enough though. Once her drink is done, she makes her way up the stairs. The novelty of giants certainly must have worn somewhat now. She does make sure that there is no other coming up just before, or appearing to come shortly after that might compete with her for attentions as she makes the actual entrance. She opens the door with a fluid motion, trying as best she can as judging just the right amount of force needed, a light touch, a slow moving door builds suspense, she steps through closing the door behind her without turning to look at it, eyes slowly appraising the room with confident curiosity. Giant, Giant...seen those, human, boring. And a goat girl, Flavinia knows better than to call her that, might be rude.

She casts her eyes over the Bariaur and decides to just make the leap, if they wouldn't tolerate her whims and wits, she shouldn't be signing on with this lot. "Hind legs, I really could use a pair of those at the end of the night!" She flashes a mischievous grin as she tips her hat in greetings, her voice almost singing. "I'm Flavinia, by the by, but everyone calls me Vinnie, especially when drunk" By the way she seems very particular in the emphasis of the slow pronunciation of her name, that last part is not hard to imagine the need to shorten it.

Flavinia is not a short woman, for a human at least, but those are some giants, and slamming the doors is not her style or something she intends to compete with, no, she had to make a proper entrance of course, which meant having some other patron be a gentleman and open the door for her, which did not always work, but she had some sense as to who would be more likely to serve her will, few men were unwilling to believe that a woman found him attractive, even while sober. And it was probably all for nothing to create an entrance where she could stride in as if it was all but natural to attract everyone's attention. But she takes that effort anyway, with a spring in her step and a straight back, wearing her finery, carefully groomed all over with a little magic help. Oh well, bar first, captain Bloodbeard had once shot the first man into his cabin with a crossbow when he had opened recruitment for a new first mate, or so she had been told, would not want someone too ambitious, it sounded like a tale she'd spin up, which probably meant it wasn't true. Still, anyone too eager to get signed on created an impression that they had been told off by too many others. If she were watched, and that woman almost certainly did, she casts only a passing glance to the sign, there were yet more than enough time.

Apparently, nobody truly interesting had the same idea as her, some reasonable handsome fellow went off to the backrooms for hiring crew, only time for half a flirt to find out what here was good to drink, nothing to stiff, half a flirt could get her a drink for free often enough though. Once her drink is done, she makes her way up the stairs. The novelty of giants certainly must have worn somewhat now. She does make sure that there is no other coming up just before, or appearing to come shortly after that might compete with her for attentions as she makes the actual entrance. She opens the door with a fluid motion, trying as best she can as judging just the right amount of force needed, a light touch, a slow moving door builds suspense, she steps through closing the door behind her without turning to look at it, eyes slowly appraising the room with confident curiosity. Giant, Giant...seen those, human, boring. And a goat girl, Flavinia knows better than to call her that, might be rude.

She casts her eyes over the Bariaur and decides to just make the leap, if they wouldn't tolerate her whims and wits, she shouldn't be signing on with this lot. "Hind legs, I really could use a pair of those at the end of the night!" She flashes a mischievous grin as she tips her hat in greetings, her voice almost singing. "I'm Flavinia, by the by, but everyone calls me Vinnie, especially when drunk" By the way she seems very particular in the emphasis of the slow pronunciation of her name, that last part is not hard to imagine the need to shorten it.

Flavinia is not a short woman, for a human at least, but those are some giants, and slamming the doors is not her style or something she intends to compete with, no, she had to make a proper entrance of course, which meant having some other patron be a gentleman and open the door for her, which did not always work, but she had some sense as to who would be more likely to serve her will, few men were unwilling to believe that a woman found him attractive, even while sober. And it was probably all for nothing to create an entrance where she could stride in as if it was all but natural to attract everyone's attention. But she takes that effort anyway, with a spring in her step and a straight back, wearing her finery, carefully groomed all over with a little magic help. Oh well, bar first, captain Bloodbeard had once shot the first man into his cabin with a crossbow when he had opened recruitment for a new first mate, or so she had been told, would not want someone too ambitious, it sounded like a tale she'd spin up, which probably meant it wasn't true. Still, anyone too eager to get signed on created an impression that they had been told off by too many others. If she were watched, and that woman almost certainly did, she casts only a passing glance to the sign, there were yet more than enough time.

Apparently, nobody truly interesting had the same idea as her, some reasonable handsome fellow went off to the backrooms for hiring crew, only time for half a flirt to find out what here was good to drink, nothing to stiff, half a flirt could get her a drink for free often enough though. Once her drink is done, she makes her way up the stairs. The novelty of giants certainly must have worn somewhat now. She does make sure that there is no other coming up just before, or appearing to come shortly after that might compete with her for attentions as she makes the actual entrance. She opens the door with a fluid motion, trying as best she can as judging just the right amount of force needed, a light touch, a slow moving door builds suspense, she steps through closing the door behind her without turning to look at it, eyes slowly appraising the room with confident curiosity. Giant, Giant...seen those, human, boring. And a goat girl, Flavinia knows better than to call her that, might be rude.

She casts her eyes over the Bariaur and decides to just make the leap, if they wouldn't tolerate her whims and wits, she shouldn't be signing on with this lot. "Hind legs, I really could use a pair of those at the end of the night!" She flashes a mischievous grin as she tips her hat in greetings, her voice almost singing. "I'm Flavinia, by the by, but everyone calls me Vinnie, especially when drunk" By the way she seems very particular in the emphasis of the slow pronunciation of her name, that last part is not hard to imagine the need to shorten it.