The clown
Is a relief that people usually underestimate me, overlook me, brush me to the side. In the eyes of many I am merely a loner, a superstitious wanderer, a yokel. The captain taught me that only the fool have no enemies. And the best defense is just to play stupid. All the people I know, those around me have dangerous weaknesses, exploitable, a potential risk for the guild.
The one calling herself Lady Jade seems to believe she's the center of the universe.
She enjoys basking in glory celebrating herself. Such arrogance is often the nest of unwise actions.
No doubt she has talents, but does she have the willpower to restrain herself?
Ricard. Good old Ricard. A knight tangled up in his own strict code of morality.
An inflexible wood that will break rather than bend. I worry about him.
Clydessa. She believe the world is a sunny place and everyone deserves a hug.
Such naivety. Wonder when she will share confidential information with possible enemies.
She might have already done. I admit, this attribute of hers makes her an excellent information gatherer. But at what cost?
Inari. A creature of pure hatred and vengeance without a seed of forgiveness.
This is a powerful drive, but will be her own undoing.
Erynne, sweet Erynne. She is fleeing form herself. Preaching about independence and yet in the company of others she takes the initiative, acting as the leader.
She has an inborn ability to lead, no denial in that, sometimes though I feel she wages wars of dominance for the sake of waging wars.
Yulia. She was always the greatest risk. Twisting and shaping words like clay, juggling with emotions and using her own beauty as a tool and weapon. What's her angle I wonder.
The others I need to observe more closely.