[The Bloody Bay Fleet]

The Lord-Captain Kelsey prowled into the tavern, flanked by her various mates and masters who immediately spread throughout the establishment. Whatever business that Kelsey and her small council had could wait for a while. After all, there were women to woo and whiskey to drink. Kelsey took a pint of ale to a table in the corner with a clear view of the door. An armored mate sat next to her and leaned in, murmuring quietly to the Lord-Captain as she sat and drank.

As the guitarist stopped playing, there were sounds of discontent from the other Fleetmen that were drinking, but that died down as they saw the guitarist boldly approach the Lord-Captain. For her part, Kelsey made a small gesture to bring peace to the armored sailor at her side. "I must assume that you are clever, as you are not who you seem," Kelsey said, "but I know not who you are. By your words you know of me, thus you should know that my table is one of invitation, not one you chance upon."

The Lord-Captain took a drink of her pint and made a small gesture to dismiss the armored sailor, who left reluctantly, still fingering the iron blade at his hip. Kelsey regarded the "guitarist" in front of her, "however it is early in the night, and I'm bored. Speak your piece and speak it quickly, even my boredom has its limits, and mysterious false bards are only so interesting."

The "guitarist" would feel the gaze of every sailor in the tavern, who were watching her and each other in equal measure. If this were to get physical, the tavern would surely be knocked down. For the rest of the bar that aren't as clever, they saw a very bold guitarist approaching an incredibly powerful, incredibly deadly, and incredibly notorious woman.