#thread. caldra

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐃𝐃. She supposed that it was important to have a variety of different skillsets upon a functional ship ( although she herself covered more than her fair share of skill – easily THE HARBINGER'S most gifted fighter, and negotiator, and problem-solver,  even if nobody else agreed with this assertion ), even if she sometimes wondered about the necessity of some crew members. All this being said, Caldra would be lying if she claimed that ETIENNE did not fascinate her. He was so profoundly different to most pirates she had encountered – well-educated, averse to fighting, and seemingly intrigued by Caldra's many embellished stories about her youth.

Perhaps this is why she seeks him out, finding the archivist in his quarters – decorated with old parchment and letters and scrolls filled with words in languages that Caldra cannot understand. Her own quarters are contrastingly bare – perhaps a holdover from her time with THE CLAVE – adorned only with a collection of weapons harvested from her fallen enemies and a too-small cot. She bares her teeth in an impression of a smile, picking up a dust-covered book and turning it over in her hands. "Spanish," She notes, not bothering with pleasantries such as "hello", or "may I come in?" "Where'd it come from?" She asks instead.

𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒. She had not remained in one place for so long since she was a child – tethered to the wasteland her family was content to call home. She did not like the feeling of stagnation – of being trapped in the harbour under the watchful gaze of the crown, of any routes of escape being shuttered. At first, a reprieve from the unforgiving seas was welcomed – Caldra had been quick to seize the opportunity to spend her hard earned bounty in all manner of less-than-reputable establishments. But now, her cash reserves were dwindling, her haunts were closing, and Caldra was now the most dangerous thing of all – she was bored.

She gives two short raps against the door to the CAPTAIN'S CHAMBERS before pushing it open. Caldra Thorne's respect was a difficult thing to earn – more often than not, her reverence was reserved only for the dead, and even then, only to those who she felt put up a fight. Her loyalty was even more difficult to come by – and yet, she had lived and worked aboard THE HARBINGER for half a decade, falling into line behind VIDAR THE VOICELESS with more deference than one might think her capable of. It was a peculiar thing, to see a mercenary taking orders. And yet, even Caldra had her limits – and the longer they remained moored, the more she began to chafe at her leash.

"You asked to see me, captain." She says by way of greeting, stepping through the door. "Please tell me there's someone you need dead. I want to try out my new daggers."