Heather the Red is the head of the Spearwives. It was her idea to join forces with the Spears in the first place and she who is the best at speaking the troll's guttural language. The rumors are that she got her nickname for being bloody in battle but the truth is that, though she is now grey, she once had deep auburn hair. Instinct: To keep the people under her command safe

• Command the Spearwives to attack

The Wives are reluctant but efficient bandits. Their pact with the local Spear Trolls allows them to keep their families fed. Instinct: To steal enough to keep their families fed

• Spring an ambush with their troll companions

The Spears are a tribe of trolls that have been in the area for years, kept in line by a group of women, known as the Wives, who would offer them sheep to keep them away from villages. When the duke raised taxes above what the villagers could pay the Wives made a bargain with the trolls to attack passing caravans and the duke's men. Instinct: To follow their wife's instructions to the best of their ability.

• Tear limbs from trees and throw them around

Grey mist seeps from the cracks within the walls of the shrine. It moves first like a fog, but as you walk away you notice the mist coming towards you. Following you. And as it draws near, you hear foul whispers on the wind. Instinct: To enslave

• Dominate the minds of the weak
• Draw target away
• Enslave a mind
• Hide something in darkness

Shadows coalesce as the grey mist comes pouring forth from the ritual circle. As the darkness deepens, you realize that it is moving, as if guided by some alien intelligence. The form of a bipedal monstrosity with long claw tipped hands and wings of shadow stands and roars with a cry that sounds of creaking and splintering ice. The darkness has collected and as sounds of screams arise from the depths of this bestial creature standing before you, all you can think is that this is truly death made flesh. Instinct: To Bring All Into Darkness

• Swoop in and rend apart
• Vaporize into grey mist
• Extinguish lights with the cold of death
• Scream with the many voices of the dead

The folk of Baybridge are easy to offend and quick to attack a stranger. Instinct: To rise in anger at the slightest offence

• Stumble away drunkenly after being hit
• Call out drunkenly for support

Sir Bridgeworthy has made a peace with the Spearwives. In exchange for keeping the bandits in fish the Spearwives have agreed not to attack the town. Instinct: To protect the town of Baybridge

• Declare you an outlaw
• Call upon the fisher-folk to defend themselves

The bandits of the southern Danbury Road are not nearly as organized as the Spearwives of the northern road but are still dangerous. Instinct: To steal what travelers carry

• Attack from ambush
• Dive into the undergrowth and disappear
• Surround travelers with the help of confederates.

These curs are sad creatures, abandoned by the farm-folk of the region and left to find what food they can. Traveling people offer just as good a target as the scant deer. Instinct: To find meat where they can find it.

• Growl and bark loudly
• Howl for the pack

These sad folk have seen every single thing they make and don't hide well, stolen from them by bandits or the duke's tax collectors. Instinct: To keep strangers away

• Press in with improvised weapons
• Call for help from other farmers