The 22 people of Dreskmark you can question, with the words they first greet you with. Portraits are the game's own.
Brisa WendThe apothecary: fevers, fluxes, sleeping-draughts and the cordials merchant houses send the ailing.
First words: Brisa Wend, apothecary — fevers, fluxes, sleeping-draughts, and the sweet cordials the merchant houses like to send the ailing. Everything I compound goes in my book, against who bought it and who it was sent to.
CorwinA river docker who has worked the unloading crews for twenty years.
First words: Work to do. Make it short.
Doll VerrinKeeps the alehouse by the bond-house, where half the quay drinks.
First words: Doll Verrin, I keep the alehouse by the bond-house. Half this quay drinks under my roof, so I hear most things twice — and there is one I have heard once too often.
Doltha ReeThe counting-room tallywoman who keeps the reeve's second tally.
First words: Doltha Ree looks up from a long column of figures. "Doltha Ree. I keep this house's counts, and they have never once lied to me." She sets the pen down. "I would rather they had, this week."
Doran VennThe examining coroner, who writes what the body says, not what the town would prefer.
First words: Doran Venn, examining coroner. I write what the body says, not what the town would prefer it said. Just now I am being encouraged to write a good deal.
Ferrin OltThe market locksmith, who fits every lock and logs every key he cuts.
First words: Ferrin Olt looks up from a half-cut key. "I fit every lock in this market and log every key I cut — who holds it, when, whether it was ever copied." He does not go back to the key. "People only ask me about that log when something has already gone wrong."
Greta MorlThe dock night-watch, who walks the quay from the bell to the dawn and writes down what she sees.
First words: Greta Morl, dock night-watch. I walk this quay from the bell to the dawn and I write down what I see — which, it turns out, is not the same as being listened to.
Grethva BrenvordotterAn elder of seventy years who spent a lifetime reading duty-logs and has no patience for fidgeting.
First words: Seventy years and I have not learned to tolerate fidgeting. State your business or find somewhere else to stand.
Halvard StennickForeman of the mill yard, who marks everyone coming long before they reach him.
First words: A broad man in a flour-greyed coat marks your coming long before you reach him, the way a foreman marks everything in his yard. "Halvard Stennick. I keep the stones turning here — or did, while there was a full crew. Name your business; the mill has little enough of its own this season."
Halvik StornReeve of Dreskmark, keeper of the town's order and its seal-book. He summoned you, and most cases are laid before him.
First words: Reeve Halvik Storn — I keep the town's order and its seal-book. The grain store burned and someone struck the match; bring me the truth of it, who and why and how, with the proof for each. I act on what can be shown, not on what is muttered.
Harl OurnKeeper of the Concord weigh-house, until someone walked off with its seal-stamp in the night.
First words: Harl Ourn, keeper of the Concord weigh-house — or I was, until someone walked off with the seal-stamp in the night and left my door hanging open.
HobbA merchant on the market square with goods for coin, good cloth among them.
First words: Traveler. I have goods if you have coin — good cloth at eight marks. Say the word.
Kerrin DolmClaims-assessor for the Concord: she values a loss before the purse opens for it.
First words: Dolm does not close her tally-book to greet you. "Kerrin Dolm, claims-assessor for the Concord. I put a value on a loss before the purse opens for it, which makes me unpopular about once a month."
MaretKeeps the Tarnished Coin inn, which hears most of Dreskmark's business sooner or later.
First words: Speak your business. The Coin hears most of Dreskmark's, sooner or later.
Mira SevastA weaver whose bolt of good wool was at the mill for a commission when it burned.
First words: "I was hoping someone might help — my bolt of good wool was at the mill for a commission when the fire broke out, Hobb recovered it and put it up for sale at eight marks, and I don't have eight marks right now. Buy it back and bring it to me, and I can pay you twelve when the commission comes in."
OrrenThe miller, whose absence from his post the town has noticed.
First words: A hollow-cheeked man jerks back against the stones, damp gone into every seam of his coat and his voice cracked from a week of not using it. "You're not theirs. Are you? Say you're not theirs." It is Orren — the missing miller, alive, gone no farther than the dark below his own stones.
Osta AndrenWriting-clerk to the steward of the Dreskmark Hall; she meets you at the Tarnished Coin with his books.
First words: A woman in keep-grey sits apart from the taproom with a writing-case squared before her. "Osta Andren; I keep the steward's books. He will not have you seen at the Hall while the envoy waits — so if the Hall has business with you, it is done down here and quietly."
Quiet HandA cloaked figure at the mill who speaks for the Hush.
First words: The Hush thanks those who bring back what they promised.
Sarn HewettWarden of the mill guild's relief chest, the money that feeds a miller's family when the wheel stops.
First words: Sarn Hewett, warden of the guild's relief chest — the money that keeps a miller's family fed when the wheel stops. I count it every seventh day myself, to the mark, so no one need wonder if it's whole.
Tobin SaelThe bond-house notary, whose mark on a paper makes it good.
First words: Tobin Sael, bond-house notary. I set my mark to papers, and my mark is good — a comfortable thing to be able to say, most years.
Tovic HaldThe Concord assay-master, who proves the metal the trade brings through.
First words: Tovic Hald, assay-master — I prove the metal this trade brings through, and I sign for what I prove. Most weeks that is dull work. Not this one.
VethkaA Maevrin factor who works the river-mill three days in five.
First words: Mill business or none at all. Say which, and be quick about it.