I'm the bad guy.
Per usual, the port was bustling with activity. It only added to the hustling onboard as she directed the crew. After finally getting her head screwed back on after a few months of guilt, pain, and confusion, she'd returned to The Marauder in full force. Thal was the Captain and this was her ship. She wouldn't accept any inferiorities. Despite the shifting season to Leafchange, she had instigated a ship-wide cleansing. They were swabbing the decks of any lingering bad luck, repairing any broken pieces that could serve as malevolent portals, even a black cat had found its way aboard, eyes scanning for otherworldly things they couldn't see.
Thal oversaw everything with strict commands and steely authority. Her characteristic hood was stowed away in her cabin, revealing a black linen shirt and tight trousers tucked into her boots. The dark tresses of her hair hung wild around her face and glistening blue-black horns. It gave her a more sinister look that had any disagreements dying on the crew's lips. Rolling up her sleeves, she helped heave a new rope up the mast, securing it to the rigging. Once it was tied, Thal swiped an arm across her forehead, noticing that the crew was fading after hours of work. Part of her wanted to push them through to finish the job, however, exhausted work only yielded in sub-par results.
Summoning her first mate, Spook, over, she waved a hand. "Tell the crew to take lunch, but when we get back, I expect diligence and perfection." With the command given, Thal didn't wait for her order to be fulfilled. She stepped onto the gang plank and into the port, searching for something that had occurred to her during their work. As much as her pride called to find the item herself, she wasn't going to waste time and let the crew dillydally in her absence. Pointing at a passing woman that she faintly recognized, Thal said, "You. Do you know where I might find a horseshoe?"
Thal oversaw everything with strict commands and steely authority. Her characteristic hood was stowed away in her cabin, revealing a black linen shirt and tight trousers tucked into her boots. The dark tresses of her hair hung wild around her face and glistening blue-black horns. It gave her a more sinister look that had any disagreements dying on the crew's lips. Rolling up her sleeves, she helped heave a new rope up the mast, securing it to the rigging. Once it was tied, Thal swiped an arm across her forehead, noticing that the crew was fading after hours of work. Part of her wanted to push them through to finish the job, however, exhausted work only yielded in sub-par results.
Summoning her first mate, Spook, over, she waved a hand. "Tell the crew to take lunch, but when we get back, I expect diligence and perfection." With the command given, Thal didn't wait for her order to be fulfilled. She stepped onto the gang plank and into the port, searching for something that had occurred to her during their work. As much as her pride called to find the item herself, she wasn't going to waste time and let the crew dillydally in her absence. Pointing at a passing woman that she faintly recognized, Thal said, "You. Do you know where I might find a horseshoe?"
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