<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/oQoCM2D.jpg)</div><strong>Morticia Scott</strong><br/><br/>Along a back alley of the Marketplace, several shop owners were gathered around, discussing something in private. Another worker, in the middle of a break, spotted the group and wandered over to see what the commotion was. Upon getting closer, he saw a petite, white haired woman and scoffed, "Witch..."<br/><br/>Morticia looked over at him and just smiled. "Come on, I am no bad witch. But come closer, you wanna hear this!"<br/><br/>"Now, I am sure you've heard the commotion in the docks, right? All the unrest causing that thing to wake up and make such a mess. And I am sure you all don't want that unrest to spill over to this district, right? May I interest you in some undead security? An armored skeleton standing by your door? Now now, before rushing to judgement, I am not suggesting replacing your current guards. Some nuanced things can only be spotted by the living, after all. I'm just talking about an extra layer of protection. They don't eat, they don't sleep, so they never need a break. Just ever watching, and ever vigilant. Any takers?"