The Argosy Captains Mate

She hops down from a stack of weathered wooden crates, landing lightly on the pier with a rhythmic jingle of gold coins in her belt pouch. She pushes her brass goggles up onto her forehead and grins, gesturing toward the massive three-masted ship docked behind her.

Aha! You look like someone who’s seen the business end of a Diablos horn recently. Don't try to deny it—that lingering scent of desert sand and gunpowder gives you away! I’m the Captain's Mate of the Argosy, and I've got a hull full of Wyverian silks and rare ores that would make a Smithy weep with joy. But I’m not just looking for coin today. Word on the wind says you've been trekking through the uncharted reaches of the Frost Islands. Tell me, did you happen to find any of those shimmering Monksnail shells, or am I going to have to settle for another boring shipment of Iron Ore? Show me what you've got in that pack and let's see if we can strike a deal!