male, rogue, humorous

Isabela grinned as she could see the newcomer's eye's struggling to avert themselves from her generous and barely hidden cleavage. Her corset doing exactly what she had it made for already; getting men to think with their dick's instead of their brains. "My, and here I thought the only men in this place were besotted fools who couldn't hoist the mainsail" she made no effort to hide the obvious innuendo.

"When you talk about hoisting the mainsail, what do you really mean?" to which the newcomers lips curled upward slightly. Clearly the newcomer, the man who looked as if he was in his mid to late twenties at most clearly was either playing coy or hadn't been around many pirates and as a result was unfamiliar with the lewd comments and phrases they so often used.

"What else could it mean?" Isabela stated, bluntly "it requires strength, knowledge of rigging and a small measure of sobriety" She was done playing games and it was time to lay on the seduction.

"I know my way around rigging just fine" the newcomer said, confidently "and I'm good with my hands" he added with a smirk, clearly catching onto the little game Isabela had him playing.

"Oh are you?" Isabela said, flirtatiously; challenging the newcomer to put his coins where his mouth was. "I'm Isabela" she introduced "previously Captain Isabela. Sadly without my ship, the title rings a bit hollow" she added with a tinge of irritation in her voice.

"A pleasure to meet you, Isabela" the newcomer said courteously "allow me to introduce myself, my name is Hawke, Garrett Hawke. Though my friends mostly just call me Hawke"

Isabela looked over this 'Hawke' person, his leather armour which didn't exactly look like it covered much aside from his torso and legs which left his arms bare, he certainly wasn't the most muscular man she'd ever seen but judging by his choice of armour and the dagger's on each of his hips it wasn't a surprise as it seemed he had the same manner of fighting style she did, finesse over strength...and she would certainly have to try out if his hands had the same amount of finesse to see if he was just blowing smoke out of his ass about being good with his hands.

"You're Fereldan, aren't you?" Isabela questioned and received a nod of the head from Hawke "I was in Denerim not long ago. I even 'met' the Hero of Fereldan, if you know what I mean?" she bragged, guessing that Hawke knew exactly what she meant. Ah, that was certainly one of the most fun times she ever had in bed, herself, her old friend and bedmate Zevran Arainei, a young pretty little bard named Leliana and lastly the young strapping Grey Warden who had gone on to become the Hero of Fereldan One thing was for certain, the rumours of Grey Warden endurance in bed were certainly not just rumours as she found out firsthand.

"You might be just what I'm looking for to solve a little problem I'm having" Isabela said as she gave Hawke her best 'bedroom eyes' look

"I think I can...help with that" Hawke said, suavely as he moved closer to Isabela "I hear I'm the best at solving women's 'problems'" he added with a cocky smirk.

"Someone from my past has been pestering me" Isabela informed, aware of the slightly crestfallen look in Hawke's eye's "I've arranged for a duel. If I win then he leaves me alone" Isabela continued "but I don't trust him to play fair, and I need someone to watch my back"

"Why a duel?" Hawke asked, confused.

Isabela chuckled "I like duels. Its what I do. And if I win then he'll be dead. Problem solved"

"I think I could manage watching your back" Hawke agreed causing a wave of relief to wash over Isabela.

"I'll bet" Isabela said, her tone thick with lust. "I've arranged to meet Hayder n Hightown after dark. I'll meet you there" she walked past Hawke and put extra emphasis into how she swayed out of the Hanged Man, causing many men's heads including Hawke's to be drawn to the Rivani pirates barely concealed ass.