<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/rMpVwQs.png)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Claire Blackrose<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Party<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>Her weapon belt (rapier and dagger), captain's coat, corset, trousers, and knee high boots. Currently in between hats right now.<br/>HP: 22/22       XP: 0/8<br/><hr/><br/>This was a win in Claire's book. In her first few voyages she had already seen more success than she had seen her father have in years. That fact alone was both elating and heartbreaking to the young captain. But Captain Norman Blackrose had been missing for the past four years with none of his previous crew or acquaintances having any information on his whereabouts. So she had a plan: become an even better pirate than him so her name was spoken in every tavern in every port. But that required time and start up that she did not have access to. which was where her agreement with the Delver's Company came into play. Apparently having a ship was quite the boon, so in return for lending her seafaring services for exclusive use of the company, she only ask that in return her name get out there whenever convenient.<br/><br/>Seeing the stores of treasure that piled up and lined the salted walls, Claire couldn't help but get a tingle in the pit of her stomach.<br/><br/>"I honestly would have never thought that I'd say 'This is too much treasure' in my life and yet...here we are. I have absolutely no idea how we should go about getting all of this back to the ship."<br/><br/>The part of her brain that was cooked by standing under the sun for years on a shipdeck made her question of it were possible for Enniya to conjure up some giant floating treasure chest that could scoop up the valuables and bring them back to the ship. It didn't take long for her to start thinking about just how big it could be so that said hypothetical treasure chest could easily exit the cave but not have to make dozens of trips.<br/><br/>And then, speak of the devil, she hears it. The high pitched sound of metal on metal. Snapping her out of her thoughts and towards the direction of Enniya, she catches the tail end of the falling spear, amazed to see how it didn't gore her on the spot.<br/><br/>"Are you okay!?" She yelled out in concern, a slight twinge of guilt proding her. It was her map, so she felt responsible for the group's safety on this journey, quite sure she would  hate herself if someoene was fatally injured while under her "care." Traversing the room as carefully and gracefully as possible, she would want to come up to Enniya and ensure her physical wellness.<br/>