Caylee

Caylee frowned at the sailors with distaste. Missing her father was the worst part of being on this ship, but drunk sailors had to be a close second. Not that she hadn't run into plenty of their sort back at home, but it didn't make them any less obnoxious. She stands with her arms folded, glaring rather haughtily for a moment, until Illyria brings her back to the card game.

Shrugging, she shakes her head slightly and with a smile, mutters under her breath, "I bet I know a certain halfling who'll be glad to tell us a story."