Mable l'a agité chaudement « Sûr qu'il n'est pas nécessaire d'attendre quelques gants épais ces choses ne sont pas très pointues mais le poison n'est pas amusant ». Les yeux de Mable Pascal surpris par l'âge de l'homme mais impressionné. Dans son propre village, il était considéré comme une tâche impossible de vivre assez longtemps pour gagner un poil blanc ou gris. L'homme semblait avoir sa propre touffe. Le travail était presque terminé et avec le nouvel homme pour aider Francis à sourire à l'intérieur pour compter l'argent. Mable sourit en tirant une vigne.
"Je suppose que votre fron la guilde? Mes noms Mable, je suis une nouvelle recrue que j'ai supposé que ça ferait un bon matin se réchauffer. Je pourrais m'attaquer à quelque chose de plus dur une fois que j'ai acheté les rations pour elle" Mable a dit prendre chaudement dans les cicatrices de l'homme impressionné par l'homme jusqu'à présent. Mable s'est levée et a étendu une main de gants avec son armure trempée de sueur et ses cheveux dans une queue de cheval. Le glané de la sueur a couvert sa petite quantité de peau ouverte.
Name: Mable of Orstwych
Appearance: A young woman with cold blue eyes and red hair. A worn reinforced leather armor wrapped around her.
Age: 22
Height: 5'8
Build: Muscled but plump
Weapon of choice: A longsword and shield with two throwing knives.
Amount of Yule currently in possession: 2205 Yule
Current items in possession: A weeks rations, Reinforced leather armor, An iron shield, two iron daggers, and a iron long sword.
Basic Skills: Basic Tracking, mild resistance to cold temperatures, and basic equipment repairs
Personality: Mable is brave but also aggressive almost to a fault. She will rarely refuse a challenge but values a fair fight. Mable is smart, but impatient refusing to plan more then her next four moves when considering an attack. IT should be said however that her main trait is fearsome loyalty to those she calls her friends willing to ride into any danger to protect them.
Occupation before joining the guild: Wandering mercenary
Basic origin story: Mable was a simple woman at first. She lived in her camp with her husband. Mable often would hunt clubbing enemies to death with her wood club and shield. Mable had been married at fifteen to her beloved and they spent four happy years together. The forth year however while Mable was hunting her mate went to the council. He made claims that she was barren so they granted him a second wife. In a month the new wife was great with child. Mable was repaid for her years of affection by betrayal.
In her rage Mable beat her husband to death before fleeing into the snowy wastes. A long time later when Mable was starving she accepted the offer of a mercenary band. They quickly discovered her ferocity as she beat individuals to death with her club. When it shattered Mable took up the sword. One dark night her allies betrayed her trying to sell her as a slave on the black market. Mable killed her once allies and headed west alone seeking there fabled lands. Upon hearing of the guild decided she'd seek out a family in the guild having heard they were loyal souls.