Airan was getting restless. They were getting ready to dock, and then it would be time for the real action to begin.
She pulled her curly hair away from her face and looked out intently. All was in order; her shipmates were quiet, preparing the last details. Airan rolled down her sleeve to hide a scar, light on her dark arm. She didn't know for sure, but she doubted that a merchant would have such a mark. And a merchant was what she was supposed to be playing. She didn't know the whole plan, being a relatively new recruit and not entirely trusted with the details at the heart of the matter yet, but she knew her part. And she looked forward to it.
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"Oh, my god! I care so little, I almost passed out!" --Dr. Cox, "Scrubs"
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