Can a humble bar wench really become a good mercenary?
A 85-year old wood elf fly-by-nighter, a shifty wayfarer, a gregarious barfly, an urban frontierswoman, Ts’abdhene is here to make friends, of all types.
Wanderlust chafed against her people’s ritualized expectations for her life, so Ts’abdhene slipped under the cover of the chaos of the Thayan War westward. She cut a trail through the shady route, the dotted spaces filled by racketeers and desperados, trangressors and mugs across the horizontal and vertical breadth of Faerun.
Along the road, she came to knew many but not too wisely. The past left very little by way of smoke, let along a real trace save for the knowledge of underbellies and the shadowy bourses for information.
She has only begun to live life, and live it facing forward, leaving any wreckage behind.