The Lost Continent
A thin woman answers the door. She looks frail and a little disheveled, but in her youth you suppose she would have been considered a great beauty. “You’re the men from Redhawk, aren’t you? Please come in.” She leads you inside to a sitting room—it’s small, and several of you are forced to stand, but it’s lovingly decorated and has a homey feel to it. Vasha sits across from you and sniffs quietly—she seems reluctant to speak.
Vasha Redroot counts the early years of her marriage as the happiest of her life. She was married to a successful Walsh mercenary and was the mother of a beautiful little girl named Challa. All of that ended when her husband was killed without warning while out on a contract, leaving the widow Vasha with almost nothing. The years that followed were lean and difficult, but when Challa was accepted at a local battle school Vasha fell in love with one of her instructors, a kind old warrior named Marlis Thane. For a while it seemed like her troubles were finally over—until Challa was brutally murdered and Marlis was arrested in connection with her death. Vasha spent her savings to hire a band of Redhawk mercenaries—The Party—to clear her lover’s name and find her daughter’s true killers, and she was given the small satisfaction of seeing Fligg Errol brought to justice.