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Gender: Female

Gear:

Old Short Sword - A worn out of sword, more likely to kill you with Tetanus than anything else. (+1 to Damage, +1 to Melee Attack)

Mercy Giver Dagger - A short and very thin blade

Ill Fitting leather Armour - A set of heavily worn leather armour, smell like a dead horse and weighs about the same. (+1 to Defense.)

Inventory

Reminder of Home: A small selection of gifts from your family, a comfort in hard times.

Odd Seeds: A small bag of small oddly shaped seeds

Skills

Grappling - In a hand to hand fight you know how to use an opponent's weight against them. Give a +1 when grabbed.

Tracking - Being able to read the passage of man and animal is a valuable asset. +1 to Perception checks when trying to track someone or something.

You recall a vague conversation your mother had given you after Samson, one of the village boys, gave you a flower. At the time it had been so layered in metaphor and allusion that you had gone away with nothing more than a vague idea of something involving fish and a cave.

Now however things are falling into place as you think back on your experiences since leaving the Village. All of a sudden the learning looks and grabbing hands of the patrons take on a whole new meaning in your mind.

You don’t think you show your thoughts on your face but you are sure you see a half smile quirking the edge of Weskers mouth before he responds. “Well then you already know why,” He suddenly becomes concerned as he looks at you. “Does it really bother you that much?”

His question seems on the surface to be about his pulling away but you get the feeling that underneath he is talking about sex with you in general. You have sometimes caught him seeming to struggle with some inner turmoil when he thinks you are not looking at him.