"The nobles will complain that their catch is not the seasonal best or that they must settle for not buying new for the year, at the same time too many of us wonder how far we can stretch a single meal. There is a good reason I was a thief." There were honest ways to make a living, that's true, she would have been welcome on any ship, found a profession, even in a house much like her mother's but nothing supported so many people as her thefts did. Even if she had not found it so challenging, so thrilling, once she learned the worth of things it wasn't hard to make that choice.

"The past can be an anchor, one that holds us fast and keeps us from harm in a storm, but an anchor can weigh us down too," she murmurs softly, absently setting her hand on her arm, over where a tattoo of just that is half visible from how her sleeve sits. "You would make a great quartermaster aboard a ship I think, that is how they must see it. The ones with a stronger spine than even the captain at times when the captain is weary and cannot see through the storm."