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Angela shook her head, try hard to control her fuming temper. "I thought we agreed about this," she muttered. "You still want to go down there?"
Devlin kept quiet and waited as the lieutenant commander shimmered down. This has aways been their game, to quarrel and argue. She would get mad and he would shut up. Without any one to spar with her, Angela would be forced to relax and calm down.
"I got new information about Mica," Devlin finally answered. Angela took a deep breath, removed her gloves and dropped it on top of her office table. "She's in the island, but not in the city."
Angela leaned towards her desk and gave the Ravenstorm captain a fierce look. "Can you tell me where you got that information?"
"My quartermaster, Rothaide," Devlin replied. "She's a priestess of the hearth mother."
"You don't expect me to believe that Boldrei gives a damn about the princess of a criminal overlord?"
Devlin merely shrugged. "Hey, the Sovereigns work in mysterious ways."
Angela began to tap her fingers on the table. "I heard about this Rothaide," she stated. "Isn't she the one who killed off the entire crew of the Eglantine?"
"No," Devlin protested. "She's the ship's sole survivor."
Angela shook her head. "Devlin," she muttered with a hint of pity. "Why are you doing this to yourself?"
"What?"
"Associating with criminals and killers," Angela replied. "You could have stayed with the House and got a decent commission."
Devlin coolly answered. "I have my own ship and crew that is loyal to me."
Angela took another deep breath and sat in front of her table. "Very well," she answered. "I'll write up an official document, allowing you to go down to the island. You have one day to look for her. After that I’m sending a ship after you."
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the reproach brought back the faces of the dead, those who died at the englantine. from the deep recesses of her mind, they revealed themselves once more to rothaide.
"how come you survived, and we all died?" her captain, a long time friend, bellowed.
"you brought this curse upon us didnt you!! DIDNT YOUuu!!!" the other crew members point at her. their voices echoed as like in deep cave. cold and grim.
the ghosts of her past were mocking her. there was cursing. a lot of it. when she got off the ship unscathed, people immediately blamed her. it has happened so fast. she couldn't explain her survival. nor what happened.
it took everything in her power not to retaliate at the insult. those were her friends back there who died. her eyes pleaded, but caught hold of herself another second. she eyed angela intensely without speaking another word. she was not about to dignify an obvious provocation.
Devlin kept quiet and waited as the lieutenant commander shimmered down. This has aways been their game, to quarrel and argue. She would get mad and he would shut up. Without any one to spar with her, Angela would be forced to relax and calm down.
"I got new information about Mica," Devlin finally answered. Angela took a deep breath, removed her gloves and dropped it on top of her office table. "She's in the island, but not in the city."
Angela leaned towards her desk and gave the Ravenstorm captain a fierce look. "Can you tell me where you got that information?"
"My quartermaster, Rothaide," Devlin replied. "She's a priestess of the hearth mother."
"You don't expect me to believe that Boldrei gives a damn about the princess of a criminal overlord?"
Devlin merely shrugged. "Hey, the Sovereigns work in mysterious ways."
Angela began to tap her fingers on the table. "I heard about this Rothaide," she stated. "Isn't she the one who killed off the entire crew of the Eglantine?"
"No," Devlin protested. "She's the ship's sole survivor."
Angela shook her head. "Devlin," she muttered with a hint of pity. "Why are you doing this to yourself?"
"What?"
"Associating with criminals and killers," Angela replied. "You could have stayed with the House and got a decent commission."
Devlin coolly answered. "I have my own ship and crew that is loyal to me."
Angela took another deep breath and sat in front of her table. "Very well," she answered. "I'll write up an official document, allowing you to go down to the island. You have one day to look for her. After that I’m sending a ship after you."
the reproach brought back the faces of the dead, those who died at the englantine. from the deep recesses of her mind, they revealed themselves once more to rothaide.
"how come you survived, and we all died?" her captain, a long time friend, bellowed.
"you brought this curse upon us didnt you!! DIDNT YOUuu!!!" the other crew members point at her. their voices echoed as like in deep cave. cold and grim.
the ghosts of her past were mocking her. there was cursing. a lot of it. when she got off the ship unscathed, people immediately blamed her. it has happened so fast. she couldn't explain her survival. nor what happened.
it took everything in her power not to retaliate at the insult. those were her friends back there who died. her eyes pleaded, but caught hold of herself another second. she eyed angela intensely without speaking another word. she was not about to dignify an obvious provocation.
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rothaide is in the room?
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