We know you were responsible for the death of our kin recently. If you do not wish for us to turn your wife into one of our wenches and feed your kids to the sharks you best return our treasure. You have one week.
Signed,
Redbeard Buccaneers.
It was clear that whoever had written the letter had earned her ire, the hand that was holding the letter balling up into a fist, causing it to crumble in her grasp while she rose onto her feet. "Darling~ I be back in a bit, I got some business to attend to near town~"
Indeed, business that involved slaughtering a pirate crew that had the gall to threaten her. Esperia was quick to navigate her way through the familiar streets of Hargeon, but today there was no time for detours and pleasantries. She was clearly heading outside town with a purpose, in particular judging from the expression of the Demigoddess whoever was going to meet her would not be happy to do so in the slightest!
WC: 239/1200