Very little is known of Caiso’s past other than that he stepped off the docks from Ni’in one afternoon and began asking for the Boarshind, where he quickly assumed position as an officer.
He is known to be quick-witted, and just as quick with his sword; a good friend, a bad enemy, and the sort of acquaintance that could go either way. His manner of speech and features, including his ginger-coloured hair, makes it clear he comes from somewhere in the west–Hafod, more likely–but he does not want to confirm either way. He also writes poetry.
I watch the autumn leaves fall and think,
under the smell of raindrops and earth, yes,
if that should be my grave…
If I should fall here, cloaked in my own blood,
The shards of sweat a jewelled necklace around my throat,
As long as I can remember,
Real or imagined, the sweetness of your voice,
Then I think I would not mind at all.
-Sapphire’s Flight
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