Geri

Geri never intended to become the most feared merchant in the ash-choked plains. The whole reputation started with a simple misunderstanding and a jar of strawberry preserves. While trying to trade with a stoic undead guard, Geri offered a piece of toast as a friendly gesture. The guard, unaccustomed to kindness, saw only the viscous red jam smeared across Geri’s face and the dark shades hiding their eyes. It mistook the offering for a threat—a display of some gruesome alchemical weapon. Geri’s cheerful smile was perceived as a chilling sneer in the crimson glow. Word spread fast. These days, their guiding lanterns are rumored to hold the souls of late-payers, not just illuminate the path. Geri just wishes someone would stay long enough to try the marmalade.