Murgash’s mouth hung open in astonishment before he quickly snapped it shut. Standing before him was the most recent incarnation of his ancestors. She was easily 12 feet tall, definitely female although her head was a mix of reptilian and human. Like Boris she had two sets of arms, one that held the now larger great sword with practiced easy while the second set of strangely lady like arms ended in long claws (painted fingernails?) that could disembowel a man. Her loins were covered with a gold and silver girdle, her left ear had a large golden hoop that shimmered in the braziers light and her shoulders adorned with a long black cloak with white trim, other than that she was naked from top to bottom but Murgash doubted that anyone beyond the most daring, desperate or strange would find her appealing, as her skin was covered in red scales that would tear away flesh. Her sibilant and harsh voice cut sharply across the room “So this is the… one that would help end our ancestral shame?” “Hmmmph you don’t look like much, no wonder they sent me to help you out” Let’s hope you’re a smart one because you’re not getting by with that scrawny body”. Murgahs regained a bit of his poise and spoke “So who were you and what did you do with your life”? The giantess smiled “I was known as the Red Reaver, my crew and I sailed the western seas, pillaging up and down the coast, living life large” At this Gramps chirrped up “I remember you as spoiled little girl named Sonja who’s nappies I changed”. She laughed a hearty booming laugh and said “And I remember you as an old man who sat in the corner and pissed himself each night but who’s keeping track”. Murgash listened to the two of them arguing back and forward and groaned to himself, he missed Boris already.