"Why's she want the rings? Heh, ye ain't the first ta ask. Well, why's the wind blow? Why's the shark bite? Trust me, lad, you don' want ta question her nature, jus' as ye wouldn' question mother nature. I say she's lookin fer somethin' - gods save me when she finds it."
- Ben "The Biter" Yardrin, sailor

In addition to her general oddity, Myna seems to have issues with common sense.

An unsavoury character, yet immensely useful to know if you are in need of urgent medical attention, but want to avoid the eyes of the authorities....

A Vampire hunter.

Poor little Kankos..

Spat upon by his tyrannical superiors, this pathetic little office menial slaved away like a mule for the miserable pittance thrown to him..

Until he met the one that lurked in the shadows..

A mercenary for hire. If you can handle the foul stench of dead dog, sweat and grease.

"Yeeah!" the old man shouted as he made a dramatic flurry with his chalk - the mounted knight now bearing a stylized lance as it bore down on the many-headed dragon before it.

Aher Wolfhound, called Wolfhound The Historian, a man crushed by the weight of the world's cruelty

Just another Salvorathan captain, one of the surprisingly few, but entrenpenurial folks.

Nenni-0036.2 is a slight, even tiny Oraki, who has taken for herself the mantle of the cat who walks alone.

If you see a dirigible flying in the air, yell out "Issrie, Harel, Moore, Jesai, Anmae! as it might be the Sky Willow.

"Yes, there are some unusual patterns to these - her patients, but we have nothing to prove anything other than statistical anomalies."

Heroes, like legends, usually have a basis in fact. And, just like with legends, the facts rarely live up to the myth.
George the Dragonslayer is one such hero.

A demon's kiss burns with lust and with shame. So do their secrets and their magic.

Space-Faring, Hard-Rocking, Metal-Grinding, Star-Tripping, Deathdealing, Dwarves.

Why did you buy all those Iron Spikes?

"You may have wondered what lead me down this path? It was the simple observation I made while escavating the tomb of an ancient chieftan If only these bones could talk..."

From the personal account of Meridah Onware, in discussion with Professor Siana Tamar.

Greed, for lack of a better word, is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of its forms, greed for life, for money, for love, knowledge has marked the upward surge of mankind

Pismir the Miser

The Castellan of the Court of Dark Memory loyally serves the Twystened Sidhe, wielding unholy power in his ruthless determination to end an evil curse.

Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.

The Book of Hammerskjold