Where she stands now
She operates from a borrowed nook near the fish-refuse dumps. Clients span vendors paying for “protection” to river dock-hands needing debt collected without ruin.
Her story
“Blood flows two ways,” she keeps silent. Her orc father fell in border wars when she was small; her human mother wrote letters unanswered. She learned fists early-“peace arrives armed.” When kin tried claiming her home, she held until respect formed.
Current mood
Pragmatic fairness, defying mixed-blood scorn. Both sides call her wrong; trust comes only after she proves it through pain.
