đ ď¸ Quartermaster Halka of Ember Bastion
âI keep the blood off the blade. Someone has to.â
đ About
Quartermaster Halka is the gruff, gravel-voiced supplier who oversees the supply yard at Ember Bastion. She's a dwarf of advancing years, with the build of a retired mercenary and the temperament of a butcher who doesn't like small talk.
She is best known for her precision, her fairness, and her bluntness. Adventurers looking for charm wonât find itâbut if they want a properly weighted crowbar, three daysâ worth of bandages, and a map scribbled on a nail scrap, sheâs the one whoâll have it.
Halka is missing two fingers and half an earâa detail she never hides. When asked about the fingers, she always replies the same way:
âDebt call went bad. Child lived. I call it even.â
Some believe she was once involved with one of Ashkarinâs criminal syndicates. Others think she fought in a border war or faced off against a flamewight in the Stonehell fog. She never confirms anything.
Despite her past, she is fiercely loyal to Knight-Captain Alder Brandt, and is one of the few people who can tell him ânoâ without fear. She pays her dues to both the Wardens of St. Ras and the Disciples of Vaughn, and yet belongs to neither.
Adventurers respect her. Clerics tolerate her. And mercenaries swear by her gearâespecially her infamous rationed lentil stew, which supposedly once kept a delirious warlock alive for three days after he'd swallowed a ghost.