Race: Human
Age: 38
Occupation: Mercenary, escort specialist, freelance bladeswoman
Usual Haunt: Sharpens her blade by the fire pit behind the Green Rest when in town
Appearance: Broad-shouldered and weathered, Elgira wears worn travel leathers over old Dominion guard-issue chainmail. Her dark hair is streaked with gray at the temples, and a narrow scar cuts across her lower lip. She carries a longsword with a bone-pommel, and a battered pack full of well-oiled gear.
Personality: Quiet, observant, and always sizing up the room. Elgira is no-nonsense and laconic, with a dry sense of humor that surfaces when least expected. She has no time for fools or cowards, but plenty of time for those in trouble.
Background: Once part of a formal detachment stationed at the southern frontier, Elgira left the Dominion after a mission went wrong and her superior sold out civilians for a strategic retreat. Since then, she’s made her living escorting nobles, caravans, and high-value targets through dangerous territory — including, on one occasion, a defecting Crimson commander.
Reputation in Mosstone: Known and respected by the local militia, though she avoids anything resembling permanent ties. Moira ensures her gear is mended and cleaned, even when Elgira insists it’s not necessary.
Hook: Elgira recently spotted someone in Mosstone she believed died on her final Dominion mission — a traitor supposedly executed by firing squad. That person looked right at her and didn’t blink.