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WHO: Anna & Teren
WHAT: A match?!
WHEN: A time
WHERE: The Docks
NOTES: Will update if needed.

While Anna is always keen to be useful, she does not particularly like when this involves standing out in the open with a flower on. She spends a long time lurking in the shadows, trying to avoid the need of it, but eventually she edges out. The dwarf latches on to her and her flower almost immediately, hustling her onto the ship. She does not care for that, but doesn't know enough about dwarves to determine if this should be tolerated or if she should feel at lease to start a fight over the cavalier handling.

She doesn't get much time to think about it, she's ushered down to the goods. The dwarf is also gone before she can inquire about what it is she's meant to do with the cargo. What, did they intend her to load it out by hand? That doesn't sound like her purview at all.

She spends a moment looking. Was there a cart, was there a ledger?

Then the other unfortunate is pushed into the hold with her. Anna turns to look and feels immediately that her hands go cold.

"Oh. Ma'am."

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"Help?" Teren asks, briefly shaken from her moment of paranoia, "what--"
If the girl can leave, doesn't that mean they both can? What good would it do anyone to bring someone back here? Teren stares at Anna like she just grew a second head.

"...we'll fucking swim," she decides.