Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5320677-20140202210954/@comment-5583506-20140217152144

Claire didn't know what to answer and instead remained silent and just nodded. Position? Ship? These people had just popped up at random inside her hiding place and now suddenly they wanted to recruit her to a crew?

I am always vigilante, little Claire, cooed Carmilla. ''I don't trust them. Yes, you might say that I never trust anyone, but that's just because I care for you, little Claire. I'd hate to see you get hurt again. Your own village spat at you and threw you out, the men of the Reach raped you, mages and necromancers have wanted to take advantage of your abilities wherever you have gone. People will never do something out of kindness unless there is someway they may gain something in return, little Claire. Remember that and be on your guard. You will always be my little Claire and I will never leave you. ''

Carmilla's speeches were always full of sentimentality and knew just what to say to make Claire confide in her. The tray the woman had left her had food on it, food fitting for royalty. Claire stared at it as if it were a rabid dog. She feared that if she were to just take a bite out of it she would have to pay for it in one way or another later. Perhaps it was even poisoned as well? A mage had done the same trick once. He had offered her a most delicious apple free of charge and as soon as she had taken a bite out of it she had fallen to the ground unconscious. She didn't know what the mage had wanted with her, the only she knew was that when she "woke" up she had held a bloodied axe in her hands and the remains of the mage lay strewn across all over a dank cavern. Carmilla had reacted in time and saved her life once again.

She was too hungry for hesitation and began eating. She didn't sense anything strange about it this time and her abilities were sometimes formidable in foretelling if danger lurked around the corners...