Argetha is a seasoned halfling monk and sage, now a grandmotherly figure within Bromocorah Inc., her unassuming appearance masking a deadly past as one of the finest assassins in the darkworld—a history that Kilionzel and Demit are fully aware of. Standing at 3’1”, she has a slightly stooped posture typical of her age, with a plump, rounded frame that makes her look soft and harmless. Her wrinkled, rosy-cheeked face is framed by a neat bun of silver hair, tied back with a simple ribbon, and her warm brown eyes twinkle with a deceptive kindness—though Kilionzel and Demit recognize the sharp, calculating glint that occasionally flickers in them, a remnant of her assassin days. Her small, pointed halfling ears poke out from beneath a knitted shawl, and her hands, though gnarled with age, move with a subtle precision that betrays her monk training.
Argetha dresses in simple, homely attire that screams “docile grandmother.” She wears a faded, floral-patterned dress in soft pastels, its hem slightly frayed from years of wear, paired with a cream-colored apron tied around her waist. The apron’s pockets are stuffed with small treats—cookies, candies, and dried fruits—that she offers to her guildmates with a gentle, “Here child, your cookie is here and still warm.” A knitted shawl drapes over her shoulders, its edges embroidered with tiny daisies, and her feet are clad in soft, woolen slippers, perfect for shuffling around a cozy kitchen. Hidden beneath her dress are the faint scars of her assassin days, and a small, concealed dagger is strapped to her ankle—a detail Kilionzel and Demit have noted but never openly discussed with her, though they remain vigilant for the day her past catches up.
Despite her grandmotherly facade, Argetha’s monk abilities are as sharp as ever. Her movements, though slow and deliberate in public, can become a blur of deadly precision when needed—she can disarm an opponent with a flick of her wrist or deliver a stunning strike with her bare hands, all while muttering about how “the young ones these days don’t know how to fight properly.” Her sage background gives her a deep well of knowledge, often sharing tidbits of wisdom or ancient lore with the guild, though she disguises it as “old grandma stories.” She’s particularly adept at brewing herbal teas that can either soothe a teammate’s nerves or subtly poison an enemy, a skill Kilionzel and Demit suspect she honed during her darker years.
Within Bromocorah Inc, Argetha is the heart of the group’s downtime, always ready with a warm cookie or a comforting word, treating her guildmates like her own grandchildren. Kilionzel, knowing Argetha’s past, respects her wisdom even more, often seeking her counsel on strategy and subtly encouraging her to share her expertise in stealth and subterfuge, while keeping a close eye on her for the guild’s safety. Demit, also aware of her history, is both wary and intrigued, often observing her with a mix of caution and fascination, analyzing how her assassin skills might resurface in a crisis. Chrizz, ever the charlatan, tries to charm her for extra treats, but Argetha sees right through him, giving him a knowing smile that makes him nervous. Oriwrick is awkward around her, unsure how to handle Argetha’s doting, while Ianver shares farming tips with her, both blissfully ignorant of the lethal skills she hides.
Argetha’s past as an assassin looms over her, and with Kilionzel and Demit aware of it, she knows she can’t fully escape the shadows she left behind. She keeps her skills honed in secret, practicing her monk forms at dawn when the others are asleep, her senses always alert for signs of danger. Despite her lethal capabilities, she genuinely cares for her guildmates, seeing them as the family she never had in her youth, and she’ll do anything to protect them—especially now that Kilionzel and Demit are prepared to call upon her darker talents if the guild’s survival demands it. Her duality makes her a fascinating member of Bromocorah Inc., a grandmotherly figure with a killer’s instincts, always ready to bake cookies or break bones as the situation demands, under the watchful eyes of her knowing leaders.