The Company

The lightest in the party. The fullest inventory. He tells the truth. He also lies. He manages the party's economy, fights from the shadows, and has very strong opinions about looting etiquette that apply to everyone except himself.

He told the party what he was on the first day. He has not explained why, when a companion falls, his shield is always the first thing between them and what is coming.

A legend does not need a face. He chose iron over identity. Birch is in his blood regardless. He will watch a stranger do laundry with reverence, then remark that someone else needs to die, and Traxex will take that second part seriously.

The only human in the party, and somehow the least human of them all. He has every spell known to mankind. None of them land where intended. The enemy has no idea what he will do next. Neither does he. This is the point.

The fastest to kill; the fastest to die. She is never where she is supposed to be, and always exactly where the trouble is. Her bow will strike true. The question is whether anyone will reach her in time.