Decisions and preparations
"Let me have a look."
After – unwillingly – getting away from her blue undead knight, the red-haired girl reached out her hand for the stack of reports.
"Here."
The rat-faced man handed it to her with a smile.
"Oh, just so you know, those are written in..."
"The language of the lizardfolk, I can see it. The one writing it had problems with grammar, but nothin that would make it impossible to read."
Shanks snickered, fully expecting the red-haired girl to be in a slump with the foreign language of the lesser race that wasn't officially recognized as intelligent as elves, humans, dwarves, or kobolds – but got disappointed greatly when Cranberry simple shrugged her shoulders and commented offhandedly while reading through the repot with incredible speed.