AHOY, LANDFUCKERS
welcome to the dark we8. this place isn't exactly supposed to exist. then again, when was the last time i gave a fuck a8out that? new era, suckers! we write the rules now!
anyway, my name's vriska. you might know me as the we8 or the muse of tragedy. as opposed to my sister, i don't want to 8e the one in control of this oper8ion. certainly not the new JR. i'm just the 8itch steering the ship!
we trade mainly in We8grist around here, 8ut the high seas aren't as limited as the other shops you'll find. 8arter with any treasure you've got that's worth a damn! hell, you could even offer up your name, i'm sure that'd fetch a nice price...
we've also got 8ounties! they're like quests, 8ut cooler! if you found this place, it shouldn't 8e hard to find where to turn them in. as an example and a show of solidar8y, i will also do each of these 8ounties myself. you can read my su8missions in the captain's log.
everyone wants to 8e a part of something, right? well, not only does completing 8ounties net you some 8odacious loot, 8ut it also means you're a part of this secret little crew. these seas are yours, and we're westward 8ound.
make your mark, sailor. ::::)
