[It's been a bit since a certain green-haired lancer went off on a mission to one of the floating isles, and aside from her stealthily checking in on some people, she's been taking the whole "secret mission" thing pretty seriously—there's not been a peep from her otherwise.
That all changes quite suddenly one evening, when out of nowhere, the Corsairs all get an urgent video message alert. When it's brought up, there's a harried-looking, tanned Sentinel staring into the device, emerald eyes wide, but determined, and not covered by a hat for once.
The normal slow drawl—and stutter—is absent from her strong, country voice, one a bit quieter than she clearly wants to be.]
Callin' all available Corsairs! This is Nephenee! We gotta situation up here in Eiglun! The damned nobles are plannin' one o'their hunts soon in this here village Ah've been scoutin' in, an' we gotta get folks evacuated in a hurry! It ain't huge, but they're good folks, an' they're in trouble! Ah need some hands an' craft for evacuations as soon as possible!
[There's a voice off-screen that's mostly inaudible; she looks towards the person intently before nodding and turning back to her device.]
We got some time to mobilize, but the cowards are hittin' soon...Anyone who can get up here, let me know! Ah'll keep y'all posted!
[She gives some information regarding the noble hunt happening soon, but she's clearly trying to field info while being a bit distracted by worry.]
[Ooc: This is open to any and all Corsairs that want to help! The player plot for this will go up in a few days to get around Yom Kippur and other in-game stuff. But hit this up and let's get this rescue party started!]