Kenazweyla is a former child soldier from the boontar union. Her parents sold her to the army because they thought it would be a better life. Since earning her freedom she has lived by escorting various caravans and providing security when gigs come up. Hearing of the Amaranthe sparked a feeling in her, some kind of deep longing or long forgotten memory, it is hard to tell. She packed up her things some time ago, said goodbye to her friends around town, and set off for the next ship sailing West.
>Made Leader: You've made the right decision.
>Select1: Maybe I should do the talking.
>Select2: What's our next move?
>Select3: OK. let's do that.
>Action1: Attack!
>Action2: Mind Sliver.
>Action3: Fog Cloud
>Battle Cry: Down the leader!
>Critical Hit: Now what!?
>Critical Miss: Man, I suck.
>Badly Hurt: Now I think I'm fucked.
>Death Rattle: This can't be it ...
>Reaction to Party Member Death: Prayers. Should we bring them back to town or bury them here?
>Tired: I'll just sit for a sec.
>Bored: Let's do something else.
>Daytime: Time to hit the road.
>Nighttime: Prayers.
>Cast Spell: oralach vermiztri
>Stealth: Someone else go first.
>Picked Pocket: n/a
