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Martell Estate
Tor'Mur
Second Floor
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Tor'Mur made her way up a set of particularly squeaky stairs, though whether they were squeaking from old age or her considerable weight was unclear. As Tor was about reach the top of the stairs, another pirate rounded the corner and ran into her, spilling the loot he had collected all over the hallway. "Hey, why don't you- Oh, uh. Tor'Mur." The pirate took a step back, looking somewhat sheepish.
Tor'Mur looked at the treasure spilled on the floor before glaring at the pirate. "Idiot!" she said, "You're supposed to be finding the map!"
"I- I was-"
"Get out of here, before I throw you down the stairs!"
"Yes sir. I mean, ma'am!" Realizing his mistake, the pirate fled past Tor before she could react.
"Sir? Sir?!" The First Mate whipped around as the other pirate retreated. "I'll teach you to call me
sir!" she shouted after him, raising her second gun. She fired, making a sizeable hole in the wall, but missing her fellow pirate by a hair. "Hmph," she said as she turned around, holstering her gun. She would have preferred to hit him, but she would settle for making him pee his pants instead. A glistening object on the floor caught Tor's eye. Bending down, she picked up a diamond necklace the other pirate had dropped and stuffed it in her pocket before moving on.
Eventually, the First Mate heard voices in a nearby room. Recognizing the voice of her Captain, she sauntered in, drawing her scimitar as she did so.
"Zath!" she greeted. "Who are these pricks, and why aren't they dead on the floor? I can take care of them for you, if you'd rather not get your hands dirty," she added with a smirk.