Thalassa
If Aithne can't even drink rum without flinching, Thal doubts she'll last long in the brutal environment of sea life, but she continues with her tale, not holding back any of the gory details or cruelties of the story. At least the woman doesn't shrink from the nastier bits. In fact, she leans in, captivated enough that Thal is almost flattered.
When he's done and Aithne shares her thoughts, she's met with a knowing scoff. "Not surprising. Stormbreak wasn't good for much." Especially with their racist history, she imagines they didn't promote anything relating to piracy or murder. As for Aithne's regrets, Thal shrugs her shoulders, taking a long sip of her bourbon, punctuated with a flick of her tail. "You're still young. Plenty of time to change careers." Not that she's offering, but she might be inclined to let her tag along with a few raids.
When he's done and Aithne shares her thoughts, she's met with a knowing scoff. "Not surprising. Stormbreak wasn't good for much." Especially with their racist history, she imagines they didn't promote anything relating to piracy or murder. As for Aithne's regrets, Thal shrugs her shoulders, taking a long sip of her bourbon, punctuated with a flick of her tail. "You're still young. Plenty of time to change careers." Not that she's offering, but she might be inclined to let her tag along with a few raids.
As long as I'm here,
no one can hurt you.
no one can hurt you.
