Galen Runescar

The winds blow through his hair, the smell of salt and sea a comforting presence as he lounges naked on the sand, his most recent conquest already long gone. He was used to them running once they got their rocks off, couldn't be caught with a Drow in their knickers. He chuckles, eyes closing as he basks in the full moons light as he starts to sing.

"I thought I heard the Old Man say: "Leave her, Johnny, leave her." Tomorrow you will get your pay. And it's time for us to leave her~" The deep cadence of his voice would be called haunting, if not for the seductive undertones, that distinct Luskan accent calling to every sailor in the area.

"Leave her, Johnny, leave her! Oh, leave her, Johnny, leave her! For the voyage is long and the winds don't blow. And it's time for us to leave her~" The sound of footsteps coming closer should have put him on the defense, but he remains relaxed, unashamed of his nudity as he tilts his head back to see the figure coming closer. He'd seen them around the city, in the tavern... an interesting little treasure, this one..

"Aye, you've a bit of good timing don't ya? Just managed to come on hide tides. What can I do for ya, seastar? Needin' a pirate for something dangerous? Or just looking for a good ol' roll in the sand?"