Despite her name, Charm wasn't easily charmed. Too many people had wanted something from her -- her prestige, her power, her money, her legendary family name. It was one of the reasons that her friends had tended to be Kena's old friends -- people she knew she could trust. "Life is full of warnings, but you don't get anywhere if you heed all of them. Trust me, Darva itself is a giant block of warning, and I'm going there anyway." She smiled a bit at that, showing the tips of her teeth. The rest of what the Ethaefal said, despite his slightly oily attempts to ingratiate himself, seemed straightforward enough. Who, after all, had less to lose than one of the forsaken? To throw away a life that had already been cast aside by a deity was almost the most fitting choice. "I like cats," was Charm's first reply. "Not on account of themselves really, but on account of the fact that life on a ship makes one loathe rats, and the enemy of my enemy must be treated as a friend, no?" Again, the hint of a smile crossed her lips. "The gods create storms of suffering. That's what they do, but we can't very well sit at home and cry about it, can we? Meet me at the docks on the seventy-fifth, and bring with you the gear that you'll need. I'm happy to have you." She stood, retrieving a sheet of paper from atop the mantle. "This is a contract for the voyage," she said. "It entitles you to a share of anything that we might find, and holds my estate not liable should you not return. If you'll sign this, it will be official." |