Captain Alaric Osprey came sauntering into the local tavern. He was dressed in a fine white silk shirt and a pair of perfectly bloused green and black pantaloons. In a satchel strapped across his right side, he carried a copy of the protestant bible. On his left side, one could see the duel scabbards of a Florentine fencer. Upon his face a crooked grin is etched, and a finely crafted eye patch can be seen covering his right eye. He stopped in the doorway and took the opportunity to survey the folks within. Amongst the crowd was some of the assorted membership of his new found society.
“Well boys and girls, I’m glad ye liked the rum! Looks like The Brotherhood has fine taste in members!” His facial expression changed slightly, and without warning Captain Alaric Osprey flips his eye patch to his left eye. “May the good Lord have mercy upon your souls…”