OOC:
I considered drip-feeding information from a suspicious Seraphine, and that might be the smart play, but it seemed like a bit of a drag, so I'm going to play Seraphine as recklessly open and honest with anyone she trusts.
Any of the pcs are welcome to be in on this conversation directly (or overhear it if they choose to). She's only trying to be careful to ensure that the crew don't overhear but doesn't mind telling anyone who sided with her (or at least didn't obviously side with the crew who wanted to turn her over).
Seraphine leans back against the railing as she watches the crew with Marcos. She regards her fellow captor for a moment, but then sighs, the desire to confide in someone overcoming her suspicion.
"I knew they'd probably come looking for me when I left. Didn't realize just how keen they'd be."
"Have you heard of the Scions of the Abyssal? They're my family, at least the only ones I know. They raised me, taught me, gave me this mark."
She taps her eyepatch meaningfully.
"I guess they don't want one of their own on the loose."
"As to what I am," she says directly addressing Watley,
"The lightning, that 'thunderclap', is just a little something I can use when I need to."
"This is what I really do."
She taps her staff on the deck. A distant roll of thunder issues out of the clear sky. A breeze comes out of nowhere, gently ruffling the feather in Seraphine's hat.
"I am what the Abyssal made me, a Tempestarii, a storm witch"
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