The Mercenary Queen

No one knows her real name, hell the inquisition don't even know when she was born. Everything about her is a fucking mystery, cept' of course that she's a big drow bitch with a chip on her shoulder the size of the fucking mountains. Can't blame her though, since her kind are forced to sit on the bottom of the totem pole, but I never much cared for elven politics to begin with.

The empire don't like folks talking about her though, and I've seen a lot of poor folks get arrested on counts of "conspiracy" or some such nonsense. But I've heard the whispers, seen the coins passed around in the ghettos when they think no one is looking. Something big is happening, and don't think I don't know. Knowing things is my fucking job after all.

Don't you see the clues? Dragonborn wearing wolf pelts have been sacking caravans for months. The empires prison has been raided, twice. For fucks sake, the inquisition have been squirming in Arcadia after since that smuggler bust got half their wardens killed. This isn't some light banditry that some adventure guild can smoke out. This is an insurrection, a light damned revolution that's simmering under your nose hairs. I can't believe you haven't seen it yet.

She's building a fucking army.

Arik Ironskin-loremaster of the dwarven alliance, deceased.