Flutica

Flutica Propiona barged into The Winking Skeever, smelling of of sea spray.

“I’m on shore leave, friends!” she called out, spying Lisette and Jorn going over some sheet music in the corner. “Gods, can’t a sailor get a hot bath around here?” This was directed at Corpulus Vinus behind the bar, who was well accustomed to Flutica’s post-sail desires, and merely lobbed a key at her.

“No Redguard lass on your arm tonight?” Jorn asked as she swung by their table for a kiss from Lisette and a clap on the shoulder from him.

She shrugged. “Rithleen had some things to do on board,” she said, waving a hand in the general direction of the Solitude docks. “But I gave her plenty to do before I came here!”

“Really, Flutica, do you have to be so crass?” Lisette protested. “Ever since you took that berth as ship’s bard you talk like…”

“I talk like a bloody sailor!” Flutica grinned. “But don’t you worry, darling, I can still sing as sweetly as a maiden.” She winked, and tossed a coin purse at Lisette. “Go have some fun. I’ll cover for you tonight since I’m here.”

Lisette smiled, and blew her a kiss. “Such a sweetheart.”