OOC: Going to say that this happened a few months before current time line? (at least for Chris'... this could be Miriam's current one to keep things less confusing lol)
IC:
Chris stretched, his back turned to the fire, whose light burned low behind him. Evening was swiftly ending so, of course, the captain had put him in charge of guarding the camp along with two other sailors. One was an Adelan lad, a dark skinned kid no older than 15 that was at least three inches taller than Chris. The man couldn't remember if his name was, but the nickname Hedge seemed to have stuck, so Hedge it was. The kid was soft spoken and played with his micro braids like a girl but he was serious and didn't seem to be slacking off from his duties, which was enough for the pirate. The second was a rowdier man named Rigdor. He was from Connloath, a short and muscularly lean blonde that was one of the men that was one of Chris' underlings when on duty. Not only was he strong, but he was reliable. It was no accident that Chris had handpicked him to help guard the pirates' camp during the night.
After all, though the Reaper's Chalice was a feared and respected crew, there were thieves and cut throats aplenty in the Serha Plains. In truth, that's partly why part of the crew was subjected to go out all this way from port to trade and barter the stolen goods they had collected in return for weapons, supplies, food, drink, and coin. They would be able to set up shop in the more civilized cities later, but here was always a good place to start, especially if the pirates wanted to pick up tidbits of certain information or recruits. Chris sighed. Being so far inland made him feel a little uncomfortable. His glass eye gleamed red as he scanned the area. His eyes frowned as it spotted a figure slowly approaching their camp. No, not one figure... two. But they were close together, some how? Curious as to whom these intruders might be, Chris instructed Rigdor to watch his spot before he bolted off into the tall grass.
The pirate stopped once he saw with his normal eye the so called intruders.
A pregnant woman.
The pirate arched an eyebrow. Now this was curious. Of course, sometimes looks could be deceiving, but Chris highly doubted that she was trying to pose a threat to their camp. If anything, she probably was either a run away slave or an idiot who didn't know which way to go to return to their own tent.
The man began to walk towards her, his good eye scanning her clothes for hidden weapons.
"Good evening, madam," he politely greeted, "Are you lost?"