NPC in Shadow of the Iron Tyrant

Sister Chantz

Tymora Blessed

Carries	deck of cards
Last Seen	Goodfalls

I am the halfling known as Sister Chantz, a soul wrapped in tangled braids and vestments of many colors, bearing the sharp scent of sour grape and the lingering dregs of cheap wine upon my skin as a testament to a life lived in the gutter of fortune.

In the cold, stagnant stone of Lakbova, I spent the vibrant days of my youth testing the limits of providence by laying wicked wagers upon the downfall of our pompous Mayor, whispering to any who would listen that he might be struck by celestial lightning or unmasked as a loathsome, slimy Mind Flayer. My tongue, ever seasoned by the thrill of the gamble, eventually led me to the iron grip of the law when that fragile man decreed my neck should meet the hangman’s hempen rope at the rising of the next sun.

Yet, as I sat shivering in the damp dark of the dungeon, the Lady of Luck reached down her golden hand in the form of the guards of Hartford, who swept in like a sudden gale to proclaim that no soul should perish for the mere act of a tasteless bet. Now I wander beneath the vast and indifferent sky as a banished daughter of Tymora, my deck of cards fluttering between my fingers as I seek the deepest shadows of the world to snatch others from the maw of ruin.

I shall repay my debt to the goddess by risking every breath upon the most reckless gambles, walking boldly toward the final horizon where I intend to place one last, glorious bet against the cold face of death itself.