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[center][H1][color=630460]Morgan[/color][/h1][/center]

 Morgan arrived with his pitch steed in the early years of Valdoa after quitting his tenure as a servant to the rapidly declining Debanche family. He was able to find a niche quite easily, putting his skills gained as a servant to the bourgeois to quickly establish himself in the west commons, soon purchasing a rundown and dingy tavern, although few were privy to what he used as payment. Almost overnight, the raggedy tavern known charmingly as The Rat's Arse was transformed into a venue open to all comers, boasting a quality few in the city could equal, yet still managing to stay quaint and unthreatening. Thus is the birth of The Pale Horse, home of its signature pale ale, The Gravedigger's Draught. 

     Morgan is practiced in many instruments and will often provide the entertainment of the night, mixing music with various tricks during acts. Morgan is often an incorrigible flirt, spending a much more time with the fairer sex. Every few nights he leaves the care of the tavern to the staff, feeling the need to race about on his steed, although he rarely heralds deaths as he did in what now seems a past life.

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[H1][center][color=9e0b0f]Garm[/color][/center][/h1]

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Garm has been a resident of Valdoa for a few years now, and made quiet a nuisance of himself in his first years, practically badgering the Engineers for a position as a  Hand, known as a showboat for his over the top demonstrations, but he certainly grabbed their attention. Soon he was instated as Hand. Many believed his desprate attempts were caused by the fact that hell hounds rarely go long without a master, and had been simply been trying to gain some semblance of one.

     However, mere months after being made a Hand, his personality made a huge shift, going from the placating dog he had been to hardly paying mind to the Engineers, merely doing the minimum to keep his status. Hard to keep track, as he has yet to take to anything resembling a home,  nearly as often found sleeping in  an alley or the Arboretum as he is to be found in a room for the night. Is known to be a frequent customer to both pubs as well as the women of the night who can be found there. Tends to act spontaneously, doing whatever might bring him some pleasure for the moment without thought of the consequences.