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People: Karen, Fondfield

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Karen of Fondfield. If she had more to her name, she never mentions it. She works at various odd jobs around town. Mostly as order taker, waitress, sometimes she works at the money lenders.

The guards are polite to her as many long years ago, she had fallen in love with one of the adventurers frequenting the Inn. He hadn’t returned from a dungeon trip. His compatriots weren’t sure what happened to him. They had lost most of their number during a combat with orcs, ogres, and a few trolls.

She smiles when at work, but not when she is eating breakfast at the Green Goose Inn, that is where adventurer’s stay. She doesn’t ask any of them if they found him. She mostly sits there and listens while eating breakfast.

If adventurers staying at the Inn have taken heavy casualties, she stays away from the Inn.

Most folks don’t know she was an adventurer at one time. Fighter 5th level.

If she ever hears of him again, she will get her fighter gear out of storage, put it on and go looking.

Her skills, and her gear, are rusty. Its unlikely she will survive. That is the rumor anyway.

She doesn’t pay any attention to rumors, unless its about that adventurer who never came back.

She will be seen occasionally over at the fighter school taking lessons. And she does pay attention when an adventurer talks of a new monster they encountered and what it took to defeat it, and what didn’t work.

So, maybe she will survive after all, if he is still alive, and she hears of him again.

Her clothes are kinda odd… she calls it a cotton kimono. And when it rains she wears small wooden clogs on short stilt-like wooden blocks to keep her feet dry. She has shown several towns folk how to make a walker’s rain cover from straw. It doesn’t work well for horse or wagon riders. Sometimes someone else will make and wear one. But not often.

Her sword has a slight curve to it. Those who know what it is, have never asked her if its a katana, a samurai sword. They doubt she would answer such questions anyway.

She lives in one of the row houses, near the gate of Fondfield.

She considers the potter and the baker to be friends. They like her honesty, but think she is slightly odd.




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