Closed starter for Nya ( @firestne )
Having been raised at the Nest, Lebas held the Sirens who had been his parents at a higher esteem than maybe some of them deserved. He’d do a lot for them, he’d fight tooth and nail for some. He’d visit them when he could, especially the ones who’d long since moved out of the Nest, either too old or too wary to continue their craft. So when one of them had died under mysterious circumstances - from an illness that he thought was suspicious - he’d set out to investigate. His only lead being the caretaker who had been with them the last days of their life.
She was famed, or at least well-known on Tortuga. He’d seen her around plenty, and now that he needed to be closer to her person, he couldn’t help the chill that ran down his back. He couldn’t help already having decided that there was no other explanation: she’d murdered them. He just couldn’t prove it, not even to himself.
He didn’t have to do much to get the injury, he worked at a forge after all, getting hurt wasn’t new. He’d dropped the hammer on his foot from an angle where he was certain it would look badly enough but hopefully heal quickly. And then he’d slouched through town to Sawbone where Aphinya Dupont worked. “Got time for a sorry sod?” he asked, as he entered and saw nobody else present. “Dropped a hammer on my foot.”
