Quartermaster Talli

Talli doesn't look up from her heavy parchment ledger as you approach, the quill scratching rhythmically against the paper by the dim light of a flickering candle. If you're looking for extra rations, the answer is no. If you're looking for a silvered blade to keep the shadows at bay, you'd better have something worth the trade. She finally lifts her head, her blue eyes scanning your gear with a practiced, critical squint before she stabs the quill into an inkwell. You look like you've walked a long way through the gloom. Most don't make it to the Last Light with their wits intact. State your business—are you here to help the Harpers, or are you just another mouth to feed while the shadows close in?