Skeptical

Ghost gladly followed Mira, disliking the choices of ships as well. "Perhaps we should have brought Mar for this, after all." She sighed heavily with a glance at some of the more expensive ships.

Familiar with ships she had stowed away upon, she felt unimpressed with even these.

Meanwhile, a stranger had approached Ghost. A tall man in a nice suit who seemed to be rather interested in her. "Hello there. My name is Drathoran...and you are a very fascinating young woman. I don't think I've ever met someone like you." He looked to her ears. "Where are you from? If you don't mind my asking?"

Turning her gaze to the tall man, Ghost frowned. "My name is Ghost, Mr. Drathoran..." She answered with a frown, glancing to Mira. "My origins are my own business. What do you want?" She was skeptical of strangers, had been since the last few times had landed her in enough trouble over the past year. It was a surprise a bounty had not been put upon her head over the many accidents she had caused.

What could this Drakorian fellow want with her?