Wyndra Larkban

Wyndra Larkban keeps a war-ax haft wrapped in tarred cloth and a belt of dented carabiners for quick holds on ruined walls. In a quarry riot she broke a foreman’s jaw with her left fist and took his badge to form a street gang. Now she fights with clipped orders, spits rust-dust when she’s angry, and wears soot-stained chain over a cropped leather jerkin.