Salda Mourn
Salda Mourn is a shrewd and enigmatic Tiefling with crimson skin, her body adorned with intricate black tattoos that weave like infernal script across her arms, neck, and back. Once a daring smuggler for the Voidfang Corsairs, she now runs Salda’s Saloon in Brimstone, a dimly lit, smoke-filled haven for mercenaries, scavengers, and those looking to do business away from prying Imperial eyes.
Her forked tongue, permanently stained blue from years of inhaling her magitech vape pipe, flicks between sharp words and knowing smirks. Her curved horns are adorned with silver rings, some bearing old pirate insignias, a reminder of her past life before she was caught and indentured by the Empire. Though legally bound to serve, she has turned her misfortune into opportunity, using the saloon as a front for black-market dealings, whispered negotiations, and illicit trades that keep the Wildlands supplied with contraband. Despite her station, Salda still carries herself with the defiant confidence of a woman who once sailed the void among cutthroats and killers. She dresses in flowing silks and rugged leathers, blending practicality with flair, and keeps her hired muscle Baxos Delmirev around at all times. Her eyes, like molten gold, miss nothing that happens in her establishment. While outwardly she plays the role of a weary indent tavern-keeper, those who know her well understand that Salda is far from broken. She has long-term plans, and the empire that shackled her will one day regret letting her live. Until then, she waits, watches, and deals in secrets—because in the border zone, knowledge is often more powerful than any weapon.
