Verden

Perched quietly atop Fortune’s Wheel — the gambling tavern known throughout The Lady's Ward — is an inn called the Azure Iris. It's a small, unadorned kip compared to the Wheel downstairs, not known for much more than having convenient beds for tipsy gamblers and appropriately outof-the-way rooms for secret meetings.

The soul who handles the Iris's customers, though — a young elf named Verden — well, she’s a different story. Unbeknownst to the sods who work with her, flirt with her, or snore in a bed she’s turned down, Verden's much more than she seems, She's a Prolonger, and to keep herself young and vibrant she'll drain away a berk'’s life force as soon as look at him,

A body'd never guess her obsession with giving death the laugh. A wood elf, Verden's lush in appearance, with lustrous hair, tan skin, and moss green eyes bedecked with long, thick lashes. Her short, coffee-brown hair glistens with coppery highlights, falling in waves =~ yy Z

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small face, A few long tendrils creep down her neck like vines. She's robust, with a tawny glow to her cheeks and a short,

voluptuous body BE clad in

laced-up leather of a

rich nut brown.