Beatrice

Left - Grey

Alis

Duncan

Markas

Ser Denys

Beatrice of Yore, now called Granny B more oft than not, was the smallfolk daughter of a farmer with a yearning for something greater. No Prince would see her swept from her feet to elevate her status, however, and so instead she dug to depths generally best left untrod. Over the decades, Beatrice has worked her way up the rank of *The Whisper* of a growing thieves guild -- The Nest -- while maintaining the guise of a tavernkeep's wife. Her husband long passed, and her children and grandchildren now grown, she whittles away the days that remain to her surrounded by family, friends, foreigners, and whatever wanton whispers whisk through the windows of her establishment, The Nightingale Inn.

 Appearance and Character

Elderly and well beyond her prime, Beatrice has long ago shed her beauty and youthful glow for deep wrinkles, loose skin, and a crooked nose that seems to grow ever more uneven with each passing year. Favouring dark dyed wool dress and light linen scarfs, she tends to stay holed up in the attic of her inn. When out and about, she carries with her a large wicker basket and equally over-sized worn work boots. Despite her bowed and aged appearance, and tendency for solitude, it is not uncommon to see her tending to the horses or weeding the gardens in her attempt to retain her vigour.

Although reserved and soft-spoken, Beatrice does not -- and has never -- lacked for assertion or independence. When inspired to do so, Beatrice strikes fervently forward to carve whatever path her motives indicate. Driven, clever, and sly, Beatrice has survived walking the tenuous line between assimilation and rebellion for nigh on eight decades by knowing who to watch, what to say, when to hold one's tongue, how to act, and where to retreat.

She values organisation and tight control of her family and the branch of the Nest over which she presides. This, she sees as essential to develop strong bonds and to ensure survival and prosperity. She rewards loyalty and hard work fairly, observes customs and traditions regardless of her opinions towards them for the routine and morale they inspire, and reserves judgement until such a time as judgement is warranted. And when it is, the justice delivered is swift and mechanical.

## History

### **Early Life (21 AC - 36 AC)**

Beatrice was the daughter of a peasant farmer of Yore and his wife. From an early age, Beatrice demonstrated a level of understanding and innate intelligence well beyond her peers. Basic arithmetic came easily to her, she had a knack for picking up foreign dialect and language, and could predict -- often successfully -- future outcomes based on current observations and information.

Unsurprisingly, she quickly grew bored of the simple and limited life that being a farmer's daughter had to offer. She wanted more. To see more. To experience more. To learn the ways of the land and the songs of the hearts therein. She yearned for life beyond the borders of tilled fields and seed-sewn earth, and began hounding her father for just that -- to allow her, at the very least, to accompany her elder brother on his various voyages beyond their borrowed property to nearby fiefs and villages to trade and sell their wares. And eventually, her father acquiesced.

These foreign forays quickly became the highlights of her otherwise mundane life. She would, of course, aid her brother to set up the cart or the market stall if they had one, but then she would whisper away to the various streets and alleys of the surrounding area, find a bench on which to perch or a pub in which to lurk. Where her brother spend the time away selling wares, Beatrice spent hers acquiring knowledge -- listening and observing. Whenever they returned home, she would regale the family with the latest news and gossip, or entertain with the current trends of bardic lore and song.

It was not all frivolity, however. Beatrice proved just as keen to expand her practical knowledge as she was to fulfill her superficial need to listen in on all whatever secrets she might uncover. Just as often, she would return to her father after discussions with others within the agricultural field, sharing with him new approaches to field rotation, crop balancing, or formulas of fertilization. Her seemingly endless curiosity and ceaseless need to acquire knowledge proved to be -- after a time -- quite profitable for her family; and quite dangerous.

### **Some Rocks are Best Left Un-Turned (37 AC - 38 AC)**

As her father often said, "Watch the bees too close, and you're gonna get stung.." As a fundamental rule, curiosity is a good thing, heralded as the building blocks to education and knowledge. Progress. Discovery. Advancement. None would be possible were it not for the simple concept of curiosity. But her father was leery of the notion, and not unreasonably so. Although she meant nothing malicious by it, Beatrice had a knack for putting her nose where it didn't belong.

It caught up with her, eventually, in the village of Yore during one of her regular escapades with her brother. While he tended their market stall, she meandered the streets, and as the sun began to settle behind the rooftops, she found herself in a dimly lit back alley. Hushed voices led her to hide behind a crate where she listened for the ensuing conversation, to something she ought not to have heard. And she was caught. Unable to convince them of her ignorance, and pleading to be spared, she was provided the opportunity to cut a deal. On threat of personal and familial ruin, she was tasked to transport contraband to and from Yore through cover of marketing her family's goods.

And so she did. She struggled at first, flighty and nervous and estranged with the concept. Lucky for her, whatever guards searched their cart proved oblivious, corrupt, or careless; and her brother, as simple as he was, never seemed the wiser. Over time, her efforts proved more effective and she placed stashes in customized containers carved into the frame of the cart, or sewn into the horse's harness, or carved into squash. Rarely did she use the same method twice.

Over time, she grew almost to enjoy the tasks, seeing them as logic puzzles needing to be solved -- How best to transport this? What method to use to decrease suspicion in the guard this time? How best to conceal the exchange of merchandise? She began to develop a knack for smuggling, and even a reputation. No longer employed simply for protection, she began receiving additional commissions -- and the pay that came with it. And what a lucrative business she realized it could be. Not only did she return home now with knowledge, but also with additional income: seeds, tools, livestock…

At first, her family asked how they had come by the surplus of goods. She told them she had developed a knack for flipping goods at market. When her brother eventually admitted that her time was hardly ever spent *at* market, she instead told them she had sung a song for tips, or fortuitously found a satchel in the gutter, or developed a knack for playing numbers and odds, or some other excuse. Eventually, they stopped inquiring, and although they did not doubt her claim, they did not approve. She overheard whispers late at night accusing her of likely salacious pursuits to achieve such income, and then of whispers discussing betrothals.

### **From One Nest to Another (39 AC - 41 AC)**

She had, of course, protested initially, but she had to admit that they had been unkind neither in their insistence nor their choice of selection of a spouse. Cedric had not been unfamiliar to her. The son of a tavernkeep, she had met him on occasion when trading her wares to supply their establishment. He was healthy, tall, fairly handsome, peaceful, creative…He had a tendency for a cruel tongue if he drank too much, but that was infrequently enough. And he appreciated her morbid humor. She could do much worse.

In fact, it wasn't even he to which she objected, in-so-much as the concept of wedding at all. Even with that, however, her objections dissipated quickly. Despite her unrealistic desires to marry into an elevation of status from the piss of peasantry, she had no intention of remaining spinster. Perhaps unexpectedly, she desired children. In all her hours and days of observation, she never tired of watching children. They had an imaginative vigour and ceaseless curiosity that complemented her own, and she found herself endlessly fascinated by their questions, investigations, and discoveries. She wanted to be able to share in that search for knowledge with children of her own.

And so, at the crest of the year 40 AC, Beatrice and Cedric were wed in humble ceremony.

Later that moon, she packed her things and left home to live with him on his family's property -- a small plot of land at the eastern-most borders of the Crownlands, north of the Goldroad and backing onto the Blackwater Rush. It would have been a beautiful and quaint residence were it not for the charred husks of the surrounding fields, burned and razed during rebuttals to the faithful uprisings later that year, and the skeleton of the tavern situated in their midst torn half asunder -- like a tombstone to mark a grave.

To call it rundown would be an understatement. In truth, Beatrice had wondered how it could continue to remain profitable. They had fallen on hard times with the then king's reign, but they managed to survive. She learned that in times of good harvest and bounty, the tavern served as a joyous place for revel and cheer; and in black times -- such as those of Maegor's terror -- it served as a place of solace and despair to drown one's sorrows.

And as a place to procure secrets. Beatrice had always known the Knight & Gale Tavern to be rundown, but never had she realized just how seedy it was. Or perhaps that was a development that followed her reputation. Living there, working there, she had a new manner in which to satisfy her guilty pleasure of people watching. Groups in conversation sometimes forgot about the staff, men deep in their cups could be goaded to talk, and on particularly quiet evenings, even hushed sordid whispers could be heard from down the hall. All proved to satisfy Beatrice's insatiable appetite for the clandestine.

Even the commissions continued to arrive. Despite her relatively stationary situation, she would not -- and did not -- disappoint her clientele. She had procured a network of sorts over the years, and even if she herself could not deliver contraband goods, she knew of those who could and made the appropriate arrangements. And all without raising the suspicions of her husband.

Then one night a man appeared, a patron she had assumed. She tended to him, served him watered-down ale and half-burned pork rinds until he was the last yet to leave the establishment. Then the stranger shared with Beatrice a story. A story of a woman with a curiosity that proved to be greater than her discretion. Of a woman with an aptitude to glean what ought not to be gleaned and to know what could not be known. Of a woman provided with tasks to transport illicit substances for fair fees, or to make arrangements when not possible to perform the task directly.

In short, the man explained to her that she had caught the attention of a growing guild of clandestine operatives, that she had been tested and had proven her mettle and worth. And so he had come to offer an invitation, one that would come with it protection for those she held dear, and regular commissions to allow her and her growing family means to live by more than table scraps. It was an attractive offer, and one that she, still feeling the grief of losing her firstborn child to malnutrition, readily accepted.

That night, she joined the ranks of the Nest.

### **Taking Flight (42 AC - 47 AC)**

The years that followed proved fruitful. Beatrice committed herself wholly to both dualities of her life. Her time as a Fledgling of the Nest passed quickly. On her invitation to the guild, she learned that she had been scouted by the Owl's Talon -- known more commonly in the guild as simply "The Talon". This branch of the nest, she was informed by the mentor assigned to her, was tasked with matters of the guild involving labour: kidnapping, mugging and smuggling. She could understand why, of course. She had developed her skills at delivering various parcels with discretion. The assignment was not one that sat particularly well with her, however. Not one to leave a challenge unsettled, she took initiative to tackle the tasks of initiation set forth for her by the Falcons, the captains and assistants to The Talon, and quickly saw herself raised to the regular ranks as a Kite.

Ever the inquisitor, she learned of the other branches: those of the Shadow, the Silence, the Wisdom, and of particular interest to her, the Whisper. As the years passed, and she bore children -- three happy, healthy, beautiful daughters-- to her husband, her focus of business shifted from that of smuggling to that of her heart's true love and passion: knowledge. She developed her networks more fully, even learning on her own accord of the headquarters of the branch of Whispers located in Oldtown. And there-in captured their attention.

As it happened, the Tyrant King Maegor had inflamed the nerve of many a man, including that of the Nightingale -- the head of the Nest -- and he, it seemed, would see the king brought down. In order to do so, and to clip the power of the Targaryen dynasty in its entirety, the Nightingale had encouraged and received for the Nest commissions by a number of maesters at the citadel who had been developing a solution to just such a problem. A blight. A disease. But how to plant such a thing without drawing attention to those that crafted it? They would need individuals of ignorance, uncannily stealthy ability, and morally grey character in order to plant that which would be required to set the boulder rolling.

It would not be for some decades before Beatrice came to realize the depth of the scheme. Until her much later elevation to the ranks of an Owl herself, she would remain oblivious to her role, knowing only that in the year of 47 AC, she made a number of arrangements to transport a number of parcels from Oldtown to King's Landing, requiring the utmost care with absolutely no room for error or discovery. And in doing so, would earn the recognition and respect accompanying her elevation in rank to that of an Osprey.

### **Prosper: Rising to New Heights (48 AC - 66 AC)**

In the year that followed, an announcement of the Cruel King's death swept across the continent, and it almost seemed to be that with it, the surrounding lands healed and bountiful crops sprouted. Life returned to the little worn-torn tavern, and with it, Beatrice and her husband fell into a newfound routine. Although the tavern continued to earn only a pittance, it made enough to keep itself afloat, and word began to spread -- through active mongering of Beatrice's various connections and networks -- that the Knight & Gale was the place to visit for word and work alike. Likewise, Beatrice began working to enlist the favour and aide of "The Whisper", presenting herself as a purveyor of intel primarily, and smuggler second.

Meanwhile, Cedric, in his systematically peaceful way, tended to the crops earning enough from the yield to keep their bellies full and their backs warm. During this time, three sons were added to the growing litter of children. As the girls blossomed into womanhood, the boys grew into strapping young lads. Life continued in this manner, untouched and untarnished through the separation of the North, the establishment of the Justiciars, and even the war of the Reach against Dorne.

All the while, Beatrice expanded her web of influence, continued to establish her networks of informants and footmen. Per direction of "The Whisper" through his Falcons, she focused her efforts in Oldtown and King's Landing. Oldtown had ever been arguably the most prosperous city in all of Westeros, and where there is prosperity of market and labour, there are profits of deception to be made. By the intel received through her networks there, Beatrice arranged a number of heists, including, but not limited to, the theft of a pearl necklace from the Hightower, several scrolls on the occult from the Citadel, and a half-score of incarcerated Nest members from the dungeons. In all, her endeavours earned a position of favour among the branch of Whispers.

### **Fall From Familiarity (67 AC - 77 AC)**

This tranquility came to a decided end in the 8th decade. With this decade came profound change. Beatrice was no stranger to loss. She had seen lives taken over the years from the Dragonblight, shared sorrow with her patrons over losses incurred in the wars, felt the ripple through the grapevines of various sorrows and voids. Her daughters had long ago left home as well: Thistle had ventured off to a sisterhood to find purpose on a farm; Rose had taken up the mantle of a Septa and spoke sermons and provided council from the local sept; and Alis had left to be married only years earlier.

It wasn't only her daughters that had vacated, however. Markas had ever been a willful boy, and proved all the more-so into manhood. Unappreciative and aloof, he reminded Beatrice very much of herself in her youth. Unlike she, however, he needn't rely upon a brother for adventure. Instead, he managed to weasel his way into the Nest as a bruiser and mercenary, taking on whatever job caught his interest and paid his meals. She kept tabs on him, of course, and through the eyes of her birds would watch him rise steadily through the ranks of the Nest at the Crackclaw branch.

In 70 AC, her eldest son, Duncan was wedding, bringing Marigold to reside with him on the property. As space was scarce, and Cedric and Beatrice both getting on in years, they agreed to leave their home to allow Duncan and his new wife a place to call their own, a home in which they could raise their children. It was then as well that Duncan formally took on the role of tending to the land. Going forward, the farming would be the responsibility of he and his family, its earnings received by he and his family as would regardless have been the case when Beatrice and Cedric passed.

And Denys, meanwhile, took to his own adventures. Ever since he was a boy, he had admired the fable men of battle and prestige. He was fascinated with the concept of good and evil, right and wrong, and despite only having barely reached his fourth nameday when first he had heard of them, had vowed to one day join the ranks of Justiciars when he grew. Not believing he could do so as a member of the lowly smallfolk, however, he joined the ranks of squires as soon as he was able to wield a sword. It wasn't until his 13th year, the same year Duncan married, that Beatrice managed to secure him a squireship.

Then, in the year 75 AC, winter fell. Slowly at first, but the Blackwater Rush had frozen over before the end of that year with temperatures sinking and food stores growing bare not far into the second year. Perhaps it was lucky for them, then, that they had a fraction of mouths to feed. Even still, it was a blessing of the Seven that Duncan's children survived the ordeal. Or perhaps not. As with balance in all things, Cedric took ill during the winter after having slipped on ice and fallen. Despite all her efforts, Beatrice could only watch as her husband gradually faded in health, never able to recover from the injury, and took a chill, eventually succumbing to the Shivers in his weakness.

And so it was that in the span of a mere decade, Beatrice went from a home of plenty, with the light and laughter of her children yet surrounding her, to that of solitude, spending her days attending strangers in a dank and seedy tavern, alone but for her son, Duncan, and his family nearby.

### **When Snows Melt, the Birds Do Sing (78 AC - 80 AC)**

The winter had been a terror for all the realm. Many had lost their lives, many continuing to feel its icy grasp long after the snows had melted and the chill begin to lift. Such was the case for Beatrice. Barely had this horror ended than another be raised in its wake, taking advantage of the weakness left behind. During the year of 78 AC, through the course of what would later be known as Hook Uprising, Beatrice could only listen with bated breath the whispers of his deeds and survival through her network, delayed as they were.

So it was that her beloved son, Denys, arrived home ahead of the news of his success or failure. And with him his wife -- Lily of Maidenpool -- laden with infant and heavy with child. A beautiful doe of a woman with bright eyes and strawberry hair. Thankful that he had survived not only the winter, but also the Uprising, Beatrice welcomed the lot of them happily back into her flock, and soon enough, she had surrendered the running of the inn to her youngest son and his family.

Again, they experienced a time of well-needed peace and prosperity, and the opportunity to see deep wounds healed. Duncan and his family continued to grow, his boys aging into young men in their own rights, Beatrice imparting onto all of them the plethora of knowledge she had accrued for agriculture and animal husbandry.

More dear to her heart -- although she would never admit it out loud -- were those of her kin within the confines of the tavern. Before her eyes, Beatrice would see Denys do what she could not in the past decades. His purse heavy with good coin following his position as a sergeant for Lord Darry in the Hook Rebellion, he rebuilt the tavern very nearly from the ground up. Gone became the days of a dark and seedy pub. Instead, in line with his vision of clean justice and magnanimous humility, Beatrice watched him build a large and inviting inn with plenty of light, rooms for family and patrons alike, and a roomy attic all for her own. Somehow, the progress did well to lessen the pain of her husband's passing, and to honour his memory.

But in this wake of forsaking one obligation, Beatrice gained another. The blight had been harsh and unbiased in its course of action. Despite their mousy inclinations, even the The Nest could not hide from the illness' grasp. Many members had fallen ill and perished in the throngs of the winter chills, leaving many vacant positions needing to be filled. One such position was none other than that of the Whisper. It was then that Beatrice was solicited by several of the other Owls, receiving affirmation that she would have their recommendation should she wish to obtain the position. She did so wish, and before long, she would be met in the black of night by a cowled stranger, the Nightingale, appointing her to her office among his inner circle.

### **Clipped Wings and Talon'd Claws (81 AC - 93 AC)**

But every gain comes at a cost. So well had her son performed during the war, that he had caught the attention of none other than the Lord Harry Darry of the Riverlands. Generally, Beatrice would have little care for the triflings of lords and ladies, but in the year 81 AC, perhaps as a follow-up to his exemplary performance in the war and in-line with his lifelong desire to see justice delivered fairly, Denys was appointed the local Justiciar.

Initially, this had caused Beatrice something of a panic, but reflection led her to sing a different tune. What better than a Justiciar in the family? Provided she could keep him unaware, of course. She would draw little to no suspicion, the tavern would be known to be a place of peace and consequence which only served to protect her and those she drew near, and she could have the potential to gain insight more easily into the inner workings of the judicial system. It was a system that she correctly suspected would work out quite well.

At least until the war of the Rosegold Rebellion. Called away to arms, Denys was required to vacate the inn and return to his post as sergeant once again. In his absence, Beatrice had never felt quite so vulnerable. Surely, she had a plethora of Nest members in the guise of "regulars" at the tavern -- some of them truly -- but no amount of superficial protection could prevent the inn's occupation by Lannisters. During that time, she had kept largely locked away in the attic, not even daring to make use of her networks for fear of bringing harm upon her family. Although not directly hostile, they were enemies of her son, and locally hostile. She had never felt quite so violated as she did with their invasion of that which she had come to call home.

### **Call of the Nightingale (94 AC - 98 AC)**

In the years following the war, the dynamics of the family shifted once again. Years had passed and her grandchildren had grown into young adults, each taking on more and more of the responsibilities of the inn. Following the war, Denys began to receive increasingly frequent summons to Riverrun, and with the tavern in good hands, he heeded them well, spending increasing amounts of his time at the capitol seat of the Riverlands.

And oddly, it seemed in his absence, the tavern began to see an increase in the number of waywards it received. Some, such as Amerei Frey, Denys sent directly. Others, like Symon Cook and the Manning siblings seemed to appear of their own accord. Beatrice didn't mind. In fact, she welcomed them, just as she did those who showed aptitude enough for her branch of Whispers, she welcomed any to the tavern who needed a place to stay and could pull their weight or share their weight in secrets as recompense.

Family and adoptees aside, however, Beatrice never forgot the way the Lannisters made her feel. Although giving the appearance that she is content now in her fading age to whittle away her remaining days surrounded by family, friends, foreigners, and whatever wanton whispers whisk through the windows of her establishment... what good is that if she can not ensure it remain protected? No... now, more than ever, she is hard at work to tighten the security of her branch of the order, reinstate the vacancy left behind by the late Nightingale, expand the reaches of her knowledge and networks, and to ensure the survival and prosperity of the family that is The Nightingale Inn.

## Timeline

* 21 AC -- Beatrice is born
* 34 AC -- Beatrice begins to accompany her brother to market
* 37 AC -- Beatrice gets caught eavesdropping and is blackmailed into smuggling
* 40 AC -- Beatrice is married to Cedric and comes to reside at the Knight & Gale Tavern
* 41 AC -- First born daughter passes in infancy; Beatrice joins The Nest
* 43 AC -- Second daughter, Thistle, is born; Beatrice makes the rank of Kite
* 44 AC -- Third daughter, Rose, is born
* 46 AC -- Fourth daughter, Alis, is born
* 47 AC -- Beatrice executes a particularly important smuggling task; makes the rank of Osprey
* 48 AC -- Fifth born daughter dies in childbirth; King Maegor dies of a newly spreading disease
* 50 AC -- First son, Duncan, is born
* 52 AC -- Second son, Markas, is born
* 56 AC -- Third son, Denys, is born
* 59 AC -- Rose departs the farm to work as a Septa at the local septry
* 60 AC -- The Justiciars are established; Denys aspires, at 4, to join their ranks
* 62 AC -- Thistle departs
* 67 AC -- Alis leaves home to marry
* 70 AC -- Duncan marries Marigold comes to live at the farm; Denys leaves to squire
* 71 AC -- First grandchild is born
* 75-78 AC -- Maegor's Breath; Cedric passes; two more grandchildren born
* 78 AC -- Hook Uprising; Denys returns with Lily and Dawn to reside at the tavern
* 79 AC -- Construction of the Nightingale Inn begins; Beatrice promoted to Whisper
* 81 AC -- Denys promoted to Justiciar
* 91 AC -- Lily passes in childbirth
* 93 AC -- Rosegold rebellion; Denys away to fight, battles at the inn, the inn occupied by Lannisters
* 93-98 AC -- The tavern acquires a number of new residents and staff members

## Family Tree

* **Beatrice of Yore** (b. 21 AC)
	+ m. † Cedric of Nightingale (b. 19 AC -- d. ?)
	+ † ~~Baby girl (b. 41 AC -- d. 41 AC)~~
	+ Thistle (b. 43 AC)
	+ Septa Rose (b. 44 AC)
	+ Alis (b. 46 AC)
		- m. Bron of Stony Sept
	+ † ~~Baby girl (d. 48 AC)~~
	+ Duncan (b. 50 AC)
		- m. Marigold (b. 51 AC)
		- † ~~Hazel (b. 71 AC -- 90 AC)~~
			* m. Darreth of Rollingford
			* Pate (b. 89 AC)
			* Prestan (b. 90 AC)
		- Maester Aden (b. 75 AC)
		- Gendry (b. 76 AC)
			* m. Dahlia (b. 81 AC)
		- Helena (b. 78 AC)
			* m. Harald of Blackwater
		- Orwen (b. 80 AC)
		- Cayle (b. 83 AC)
		- Drak (b. 85 AC)
	+ Markas (b. 52 AC)
	+ Ser Denys of Nightingale (b. 56 AC)
		- m. † Lily of Maidenpool (b. 57 AC -- d. 91 AC)
		- Dawn (b. 77 AC)
		- Aaron (b. 79 AC)
		- Amber (b. 80 AC)
		- † ~~Baby girl (d. 81 AC)~~
		- † ~~Baby boy (b. 83 AC -- d. 83 AC)~~
		- Autumn (b. 85 AC)
		- Gavin (b. 91 AC)

## [META] Household Members/NPCs

The following is a list of NPCs to be written, falling somewhere on the spectrum of rare appearances to main protagonists in the tales associated with the Nightingale Inn or the Nest:

* Nightingale Inn Staff (& grandchildren): Dawn, Aaron, Amber, Autumn, Gavin
* Family members: Maester Aden (Nephew, Maester at Riverrun), Septa Rose (Daughter, Septa at the local Sept), Duncan (Eldest son, running the farms and stables), Markas (Middle son, Falcon for the Talon)
* The Nest: The Talon, The Wisdom, The Shadow, The Silence, and associated Falcons (unless positions otherwise filled by other players), miscellaneous spies/gofers/muscle/etc. for flavour as needed

## Meta: Character Build

**Attributes**: Clever (+2 EDU/+1 STE), Sly (+2 INT/+1 STE)

**Allotted Points**: 22

**Social Status**: Smallfolk

**Correlations**: Intrigue --> Stealth (+3)

**Skills**: Networking(CHA), Racketeering(STE), Smuggling(STE), Infiltration(INT), Diversion(INT), Economics(EDU), Linguistics(EDU)

**Aptitude**: Cloak and Dagger(INT)