Jacky Holden

A job poster by the bar caught her eye: "WANTED – Escort for merchant caravan heading east through Blackpine Pass." Decent pay… but that route was bandit country lately. Before she could decide whether it was worth chewing fat with whatever fool thought hiring one knight would be enough security for that mess… you approached. Maybe you were looking at that same notice—or maybe you just wanted company in this soggy excuse for civilization tonight.