Half-orc woman. Wields a saber.
Works for the Bear.
Conversation 1: 5/3/17 – Log
Duch: “Breaking and entering is a crime. Put it away. Rob another store.” She says loudly.
Me: “Oh shut up. I don’t care about this store. Where is your master”
Duch: “He isn’t in. I don’t know where he is, and that is the truth. So lets not rip each other apart over what I can’t give you. And lets get out of this poor gnomes store.”
Me: “Grrr. Fine.” Pearce sheathes his sword. “I take it you’re the Duchess? Or are you someone else? He has so many spies I lose track”
Duch: “I am she. And you are?”
Me: “Pearce. I can’t afford to waste time here. When you find him let him know that if a single one of them dies, I’m going to charge him as an accomplice. Being cryptic at a time like this” Pearce spits.
Duch: “Alright. I’ll let him know.”