Calx was in his quarters, staring at a map on the table in front of him... him and his crew aboard 'The Vestige' were headed to the next town over for a supply run.

His silver hair was tied back to allow for his hat to rest, also keeping his hair out of his face. His silver eyes were methodically scanning the paper in front of him, and his shirt was buttoned down enough to say he didn't care, and to leave him the hell alone.