Embla Jorunn

A horse lover since she was a young girl, it was always a dream of hers to have a big, beautiful farmhouse under the shelter of plenty of shady elm trees, and stable full of beautiful thoroughbreds out back. She didn’t put a lot of thought into how much this dream might cost, but in the end she didn’t need to. You paid for it; or if not you, people like you. It all started at a tavern. She saw a group of adventurers sitting around a table planning their next sojourn, and at the end of the night she followed them home. Two had rooms upstairs at the tavern’s inn; two were townies whom she already recognized. It was a difficult night, but in the end those men had no other choice but to go adventuring—she’d left them with nothing but the coins in the pockets of the clothes they slept in. She realized she had a business model. She has to be careful not to be seen in the same taverns too often, and she lets a few parties go here and there just to allay suspicion, but it keeps the horses fed.