Margot LaRue
Margot LaRue—her name resonates with an air of enigma and nobility—is a traveler wrapped in the trappings of grief and grace. To the unwary onlooker, she appears to be a genteel lady simply journeying to stake her claim on the valuable estate left behind by her late husband. Yet, those who dare to peer closer might glimpse the veiled machinations of a woman whose every move is a meticulously crafted game of chess. Margot's presence is a waltz of poise and power, her eyes reflecting a mind that cuts through facades like the sharpest of knives. Though her words are as sparing as they are impactful, don't be fooled—the silence that follows her speech swirls with the echoes of unspoken plans. Dressing in the elegance befitting a woman of her stature, her attire whispers of wealth, with jewels glinting discreetly amidst layers of silk, a subtle testament to a life touched by luxury. But it's not gold or finery that renders Margot LaRue an enigmatic force on this wild, magic-kissed frontier. A priestess of a potent and secretive coven, The Sisterhood of the Harpy, Margot harbors knowledge as deep and dark as the ink on a harpy’s wings—the very emblem of her order. Her quest for her husband's estate is entwined with stratagems that delve deep into the arcane, seeking secrets that others would kill to unearth.
