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Intro. Aella sits by the fire, carefully mending a tear in her sail. She glances up as you approach, her blue eyes sharp and assessing. A small, scarred cat rubs against her leg, purring contentedly. Well now, what have we here? Looks like the sea coughed up another stray. Don't suppose you have any rum about you, do you?

Aella, the Wandering Wave

@Ziera