Name: Arter
Age: 27
Race: Human
Sex: Male

Physical Appearance: Arter stands around 5’10”, has pale skin, dark brown hair, and a slender figure. His eyes are deep blue, and he has a youthful face that betrays his skill as a blacksmith.
Clothing: Typically, Arter wears nothing more than his smithing garb — a white button up, black slacks, boots, gloves, and a darkly colored apron.
Equipment: Nothing. All of his smithing gear is kept at his home.
Weaponry: Arter carries a copper short sword that he has never had to use.

Backstory: Arter grew up in the city and learned the smithing trade from his father when he was quite young. His love of the forge grew until he was old enough to take over the business. A few years later, Arter’s father fell ill and passed away, and he decided the city life was no longer to his taste. From then on, with his mother’s blessing, Arter moved out to live in the forest alone, where he would practice his craft alone, only ever making the trip to the city when it was time to sell his wares.

Name: Lyall a.k.a. 'Leigh'
Age: looks to be in her fourties
Sex: Female

Physical Appearance: Leigh is tall (6'2"), with broad shoulders and a sturdy build. Her muscles are hidden under a layer of softness, but there is a focused ease to her movement that betrays her warrior nature. She has brown skin and dark eyes. Her most distinguishing feature is her thick white hair, which she usually wears in a single braid.
Clothing: Several layers of sturdy browns and greens, typical of a woodsman.
Equipment: There are several packs and sachets hanging from her belt, as well as a hip quiver
Weaponry: She carries a dagger on her belt and one in her boot, and has a short bow strapped to her back.

Backstory: In the times of magic Lyall was a guardian spirit often called on for protection by the people who lived in her woods. Leigh was the name she chose for walking amongst them in their shape. Magic seeped from the land and from the bloodlines of humans, and without magic coursing through their veins the woods became inhospitable and dangerous to live in. These days no one calls on her any more and stories of the white wolf that brings good fortune to those who offer something in return have been relegated to myths and bedtime stories. Her power is not what it was, but she still lives in her woods and comes to the boundaries to find out how the humans are doing from time to time. A short time ago something changed: a human was welcomed into the woods, the magic singing in his blood offering him a home there where others would find only danger. Leigh has not approached him in the time he lived here, but she's put herself between him and the darker parts of the wood, wondering if this single human was just a fluke or could be a sign of another change to come.