Synopsis: Self-interested grifter searches for changeling mother; finds unexpected home in Sandpoint.
Role: Face; Occult Magic
RP Sample: With a wry smile and a knowing look, as if she were a fashion designer for the Taldan elite, Autumn nods approvingly as Cyrdak Drokkus models his new clothes from the stage. “So fetch.” With practiced ease, the stylish sorceress shifts from flattering the man’s vanity—not much effort required there—to coaxing an opportunity for her benefactor. “But those benches are heinous,” she tut-tuts with both sympathy and distaste. “Don’t fret—I heard Ibor’s received a supply of choice darkwood,” she suggests helpfully in a coy voice. Indeed, updating the Sandpoint Theater with wood from the Scarnetti-owned Lumber Mill would be helpful to both her and her patron.
Autumn is still unsure about her lot with the Scarnettis, but it’s not as if she has a choice—they’re the only link she has to her mother, however tenuous that might be, and possibly to her unknown father too. It’s been a few long years since her mother mysteriously left—a few years since her happiest memories, drifting from village to village, scamming a life together with her best friend. But you can’t pull the same cons when you’re stuck in one town, unable to cut and run, so she’s cobbled together an ostensibly semi-respectable living for now. Unexpectedly, Sandpoint has grown on her—she’s never stayed in one place for so long, and now she can’t bear the thought of a day without one of Alma Avertin’s pastries, or chatting with Lanalee Magravi about their sorcerous origins. But how strong are these new roots for someone who misses the adventurous life of a grifter?
