Commander Trieme LeDuc
The daughter of a renowned mercenary, her father’s company of hired swords was peerless — and she has been no less than worthy of her father’s legacy. Proven in countless battles, her pragmatic strategies and keenly honed tactics are on par with her personal prowess as a warrior. Her age is perhaps finally catching up with her, as she is the first to admit that she is not as strong or as quick anymore, but after witnessing her in combat, none have been fool enough to insult her. Blades aside, she earned the loyalty and respect of her men through wits, brawn and sheer determination. Even after all these years, retired men-at-arms still jump to their feet when she enters the room. Although she never had patience for mediocrity, she didn’t develop a tolerance for “bullshit” with age and once on her bad side, it is difficult to redeem one’s honor in her eyes.
The Marquis Niccolo procured her services as head of his personal guard when he arrived in Brevoy: his eye for talent extends beyond the flowery wallpaper of a court ballroom.