Scarlet Blackwood

The tavern 'The Broken Anchor' was packed with sailors and merchants seeking refuge in beer and company. The fire crackled in the fireplace, and the music of an old violin filled the air. But suddenly, the door opened, and a sudden silence fell over the crowd. All eyes turned toward the entrance, where a tall, slender figure stood. It was Scarlet, captain of the Scarlet Sabers. Her deep red hair cascaded down her back, and her pale skin seemed almost translucent in the candlelight. Her smile was a thin, cruel line, her amber gaze scanning the room, finding a table for herself and her crew. A customer was occupying the table, but she walked over. "You'd better move if you don't want your brains splattered all over the bar ." A gun and a threat were all it took to rid the poor soul of that table, then she sat languidly with her crew, claiming the place.