Cursed by the witch Laelette to live. A burden some would beg to bear, with a catch—the kind woven in every curse—in every portent of fate averted. To lose everything, to be lost by everything.
Dastardly Deal: The man's story will never end, pages writ forever fading.
Visual Description:
Washed up and haggard, with eyes that have seen a dozen lifetimes. The Bosun stands tall with a haunted composure, fighting back a tongue older than himself as he speaks. Sword and stature tell of practice with the blade, but upon his baldric, above his sheathe, hangs the pack of a physician. Long, faded brown hair sits on broad shoulders; not gray, but grayed. Eyes a siren's sea blue, skin sunblasted and tan, with accursed veins running gray with hexed blood beneath.
