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The first was short and thin and had a flat chest, yet her hip's width and body's feminine shape made it clear she was a woman. She smoothly turned to inspect her own nails in disinterest, taking a puff of what seemed to be a cigarette of some kind. She was blessed with long and luscious hair, the only potential objection one could argue about rested in its golden greenish color. An expressionless face implied a certainness to what her character was like. Clearly bored, you wouldn't be surprised if she felt this was a waste of time. It remained to be seen whether she actually thought she had better things to do or if this was her default personality.
The second almost reached Gerty in terms of height. Spectacles adorned her face and she had seaweed intertwined in unkempt hair. A slight chubbiness was evident on her plain-looking face and body thanks to the Merfolk's scant attire. Her saving grace was her chest, which struggled against the bonds that covered her secrets. She looked this way and that between the faces of Gerty and Bertha and Cattleya, eventually settling on your form. With widened eyes, she realized that you—the Master of the estate and all within it—had actually decided to personally greet them.
The third one, somewhere between the heights of her two companions, had a toned body, a light tan, and sported a few scars. Her form brimmed with confidence, with a 'heroic' expression that was not unlike Gerty's— yet you perceived something more spiteful and ignoble in her character. She was holding a trident—showing that it's an artifact of some sort, making its presence and purpose painfully obvious—which was acknowledged by your Appraisal skill as something that could be used in battle while giving a massive speed boost of some kind.
For some reason you're reminded of the Drag On Gang, though these three seemed to have nothing in common with the bandits save for the fact they were both trios.
They were silent at your arrival, remaining so since first demanding to meet you— which was what you gleaned from Cattleya's voice in the radio.
"You come bearing gifts, I assume?" You easily matched confidence of the strongest envoy here.
One of the mermaids, the chubby girl with round glasses and nice looking chest, nervously looks to the battle-hardened one, whom you assumed was the leader in this situation. "I told you this was a bad idea. We should go before father-"
"Don't be ridiculous." Said the trident bearing one, a haughty scowl on her face. You aren't sure if she's talking to you or to her companion. "A mere finless, air loving land-walkers wouldn't <span class="mu-i">dare</span> to harm a daughter of Atlantis or bring her to deign herself for the sake of 'gifts'. In the name of Neptunus and the Sunken City, we are merely here to take back what's rightfully ours."
Those words, moreso the insults directed towards you rather than the declaration, seemed to ruffle your wives into indignation.
