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**Character App** Name: Henna Race: Trollkin Gender: Female Age: 25 Description: Henna is a young Trollkin witch, standing at 175cm in height. Her body is thin with sinewy limbs and olive skin. She has black, unkempt shoulder length hair and the typical yellow eyes of her people. She is usually dressed in a ragged sack-cloth tunic with a simple leather belt tied at the waist. Henna was born in a faraway land and was introduced to witchcraft at an early age by her late shaman father. Her village was raided and ruined during her thirteenth year in life, leaving the young girl without a home and family. She wandered aimlessly through the world for many years as a vagabond, trying to earn a living however she could. Being born a Trollkin, she was discriminated by many of the people she came across and often had to sleep outdoors in the cold night, her hunger burning in her belly. Then, one day, she came upon a tower. A wizard lived there, who agreed to let her stay as his servant. She spent two years in the service of the wizard, earning her keep with hard work. The wizard had a magnificent object in his possession; a scrying glass of old. With it, he could watch distant people and places from the safety of his tower. To use it, all one had to know was the secret magic words. Henna became obsessed with the glass, and her father had taught her the words required to glimpse into the mystic shrouds of the artifact. One day, she asked the wizard if she could borrow it, only for a minute. The man became furious with her, scolding her for her curiosity and forbade her from ever setting foot in the scrying chamber again. That same night, in desperation, Henna murdered the wizard with a kitchen knife and stole the glass. She fled the tower, and came at last to the great city of Areapolis. There she has remained since, housed in a cheap brothel in one of the slums. **Race App** Name: Trollkin Description: The Trollkin are natives of the deep forests of the east. Rumor is that they came to be in ancient times when an evil sorceress from a long-dead tribe cursed a rival tribe with trollish features. They resemble humans, but have long pointed ears, yellow eyes, sharp teeth and nails and a tail. They are hairier than humans and have olive skin, as well as the yellow eyes of the trolls. Trollkin are often mistaken for half-breeds or even full-blooded trolls, resulting in a wide discrimination from many races. They are rumored to be filthy, disease-ridden and aggressive, which of course is true in some cases but not in most. **Organization App**  Name: The Grey Guild Description: The Grey Guild is the caretaker of everything that others find demeaning or disgusting in Areapolis. It sees to the maintenance of graveyards, cleans the gutters, keeps the sewers free from alligators and assists in all sorts of work where simple labor is required. The guild consists of the Grey Council, which leads the organization and handles administration and public relations; the overseers, which govern the workforce; the agents, which do all the advanced labor; and the undead laborers which provide the lion’s share of the workforce. It is essentially an undead taskforce that helps keep the city clear of filth, for a very cheap price. The guild uses the funds it collects from its services to buy bodies. People can, if short on money, come to the Grey Guild to sell their body. They get a big purse of coin right away, and as soon as they die the guild comes to collect what’s theirs. The body is then prepared, preserved, animated and sent to the next scheduled job. The undead are obviously clothed, often in ragged robes and mummifying bandages, when performing their jobs throughout the city, as not to upset or disgust people.

 **Riverside slums, Moonday evening, late summer of 962 AF** The streets were quiet tonight. Or, rather, the river was. It was a strange neighbourhood, this one, built in the middle of a small branch from the great river Area. The tail, this little branch was called, a name Henna thought quite fitting, wiggling her own. The houses stood right in the middle of of the stream, suspended by wooden poles in the water. It wasn't meant to last; these buildings wouldn't be here ten years from now. But then again, as much was true for most of the shambling shacks here in the slums. You had to live in the now, enjoy it while it lasted. That was the motto of the establishment Henna currently found herself in. A house of earthly delights, particularly the fleshy ones, and those involving liquor. The young Trollkin had struck an amazing bargain with the hostess of the establishment: she would attract customers with her "exotic" heritage and style, and in return she could sleep and eat there for free. It had all worked out perfectly this far. All she had to do was drug her "visitors" with a little sprinkle of dried bog-moss in their mead, and she could go about her business while they slept and dreamed happy dreams for an hour or two. There had been a few close calls, but nothing yet that she hadn't been able to handle. The arrangement was particularly good because it gave her time to persue the one pastime she found had any meaning at all these days. Her glass. She would peer into it for hours, exploring strange new faces and places, scanning the world for things that fascinated her. Eating, shitting, even sleeping had become irritating distractions from her hobby, and while she was vaguely aware of the mounting peril that put her in, the orb beckoned for her to use it. She could almost hear it in her head at this point. It called to her, begging her to touch it, to say the magic words. And more often than not, she did. Tonight was a bit special, though. She wasn't looking at some unknown faraway place tonight. She was looking at the very city she herself was in. Tonight, she was searching Areapolis for something worthy of her gaze.

Dain couldn't help raising his eyebrows. That went well. Perhaps too well. "Glad you see it my way!" he said, "Then I guess there's no use in standing about here any longer. Let's get to it!" The dungeon he'd heard about wasn't far off from the road, so the dwarf set off towards it while humming tunelessly to himself.

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