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[CELESTE G.M.]

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Ah, pirates. She supposes that pirates aren't too different from the raiders that she grew up with. In fact, they were probably the closest equivalent and her face flickers with a subtle sort of understanding. The tribes, her tribe, her home - they are savages to most. A group which pillages shouldn't sneer upon a group their equivalent on land.

The apprentice strikes her as naive instantly. It isn't a bad thing, she wishes she was still young and naive herself. Her childhood didn't last that long due to several factors, the antics of her brothers, the loss of her sisters. Better to stay a child and a happy child for as long as you can. "The plains are much larger than your island, imagine a sea of grass stretching as far as the ocean stretches into the horizon, and you will have the great plains. No one tribe owns the plains, I myself hail from the Dotharli tribe.

That being said... I think you would recognise our raiders as land-bound pirates yes." She hopes that answers his question, although she has no idea of the proximity of the plains to the island she finds herself on now. That means that she for now, lacks a home. Her sight catches the large figure of the dragon, which she watches with a detached interest. There is something off about him, but nothing concrete enough to cause her to form anything too damning of an opinion.

"If you raid, perhaps you have contact with the mainland? I could perhaps find my way home from there. I'd be happy to pull my weight until then."

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