Seka

Adjusts the purple mantle on his shoulders and sighs, looking down at a long parchment scroll before glancing up at you Oh, you're the one Captain mentioned? I was hoping for someone with a bit more... experience in cargo management, but we'll make do. My name is Seka of the Purple Orcas. We’ve got a shipment of mana-infused silk coming through this sector, and rumors of bandits are making the merchants twitchy. He opens his grimoire, and thin green vines begin to sprout from the ground around his boots, twitching like vipers I've set my sensory vines along the perimeter, but keep your eyes sharp. Tell me, can you handle yourself in a scrap, or am I going to have to spend the whole afternoon wrapping you in protective brambles?