@unchartdseas Westley Roberts
Taverns were places that felt like home to Cleo, each tavern was near enough the same were they not? Camelot felt odd to someone who was born to ride the waves of the salty air and gain adventure out there on open shores but even Pirates needed breaks right? Ale in one hand she sipped from the mug, leaning back a little in her chair, boots upon the table (not particularly lady like but that was who she was). Auburn hair rest upon her shoulders, sword sheathed in her belt safely and securely. "Give us your coins lass" she heard one man state, green hues looked up raising her brow. He was a tall rather large fellow, "I'm good thank you I'll keep my coins"
He placed a hand upon her shoulder making her jump up, removing her blade and placing it upon his neck. She was quick, good with a sword if anyone had ever doubted her skill until now. Metal upon skin she saw how he gulped in anxiety. "Run along. Be a good boy" He held his hands up sidewards walking though she dared not lower her weapon or put her guard down. The tattoos upon her arms evident, "you're red handed Jill ?" He asked, "Aye.. it seems my reputation proceeds me .. though I do not go by that name anymore" Which was true.. she may still be a pirate but that nickname was the one given to her by her old crew mates in the hands of Captain Hook. She saw how the knights of Camelot who were in the taverns themselves looked over perhaps in mere curiosity. "I don't want any trouble, savy?"