Oh, je suis désolé d'entendre ça a dit Jill quand elle a entendu parler du membre de la famille de Brandon. Il ne semblait pas trop triste et avait déclaré la mort d'une manière plutôt factuelle. Jill se demandait si c'était sa façon de faire face à la mort ou s'il avait vraiment avancé. Quoi qu'il en soit, elle n'était pas trop sûre de ce qu'elle pouvait dire sans avoir l'air insensible ou trop condescendante. Elle a laissé le silence s'accrocher dans l'air alors qu'elle se mouillait sur des réponses appropriées possibles. Avant qu'elle ne puisse ajouter quoi que ce soit, cependant, leur conversation avait évolué.
 "Oh ça? Il faisait en fait partie d'une figurine. Tu n'as aucune idée du problème. D'abord la fille avec qui j'ai joué a lancé un ajustement sur comment la bague ne faisait pas partie de l'accord, même si je l'avais gagné juste et carré avec la figurine et puis aujourd'hui, j'ai failli exploser à ma sœur sur cette bague". Jill babillait, s'arrêtant seulement maintenant pour reprendre son souffle. Elle s'est alors rendue compte qu'elle avait laissé la partie à propos d'un gain de pari.Voilà encore. Tu ne peux pas t'aider, mais tu peux courir la bouche? Elle s'est réprimandée. Cependant, elle était heureuse quand la discussion a repris, espérant que Brandon n'allait pas se pencher sur les détails.
Elle a apporté sa bague près de la sienne et les a regardés avec insistance pendant un moment. Ils se ressemblaient."Peut-être qu'ils ont été fabriqués par la même personne?" Elle s'est alors souvenue de l'anneau jaune. "Vous savez que je saute peut-être aux conclusions, mais je pense que la personne qui vient de passer par nous avait aussi une bague similaire. Pensez-vous qu'ils sont précieux?"  Jill a demandé. Si ces anneaux étaient d'une grande valeur, Jill pourrait probablement essayer de mettre la main sur les autres et de faire fortune d'eux. À l'inverse, cependant, cela signifiait qu'elle devait prendre plus soin de sa bague à partir de maintenant et ne pouvait pas la laisser se faire voler. Elle s'est presque penchée sur la pensée, avant de regarder les gens autour d'eux se méfier, se demandant si quelqu'un s'était intéressé aux anneaux.
Name: Jill Wayland
Age: 19
Occupation:  Seamstress
Ring: Orange
Appearance: 

Biography:
Jill grew up on the outskirts of the capital where her parents and 4 sisters lived in a cozy house next to an inn that her family had owned for generations. Jill's father Luke Wayland, was a travelling merchant who was often absent from family events and her mother, a reputed teacher in the neighborhood, had to bear the burdens of parenthood mostly by herself.Luke Wayland's business involved exquisite finds from faraway and he often frequented the houses of high nobles, who were usually the only ones around with both the money and time to fawn over trinkets, uncut gems and the like. Although his presence was often missed, good business meant that the family lived quite comfortably with not much to complain about.Jill had a lukewarm childhood, with not much struggles save for the constant need to define herself as an individual different from her sisters. As the child right in between, she had neither the elegance of her sophisticated elder sisters nor the charm of her younger, amiable sisters.However, as she grew older, Jill's focus shifted towards getting better at the things she was good at rather than wait for people to acknowledge her a person. Jill helped her mother with the inn and by spending time with the various lodgers, Jill had picked up quite a set of skills. She learnt how to sew and was decent at art and painting as well.
However, with good things Jill also picked up a few bad things at the inn. Unknown to her family, she had become a habitual gambler. It began with fun games at first but it soon turned into a near addiction for her. She was always up for a bet and when the habitants of inn refused to feed her hobby she turned to pubs and the marketplaces. Over time, Jill got crafty enough to win most of her gambles and no cheap trick was beyond her. Countless victories made her overconfident and Jill even took on proclaimed witches and royal subjects. During one of her similar outings she had put on stake her father's most recent treasures: a handful of pearls and a crown of rare gems in exchange for an angel figurine from a young woman, Leslie, who unknown to Jill, happened to be the daughter of a merchant as well. When she was about to return with her winnings, Jill noticed an orange ring on the angel's left hand. Leslie, who had also just noticed the ring, pleaded with Jill to return it,for she had forgotten to remove the ring. Leslie's pleas fell on deaf ears and Jill ignored her even when she told her about how the ring mattered a lot to her father. Jill's victories were but short-lived. When Leslie confessed to her father, news of the figurine soon reached Luke as well. The family finally figured out where Jill's allowances were disappearing and she was persuaded to give up gambling. Jill begrudgingly agreed, on one condition: she wasn't going to return anything she had won until now.
3 years later, Jill became a seamstress and moved out of her house when she began to earn enough to take care of herself.Without her family's interference, she has fallen back into her habit of gambling; although its now longer as big of a problem as it was in the past. Jill's not sure of whether she has really found her calling yet, but atleast her earnings mean that she can fund her habit for now.