The Bomb

The Bomb is a redcap in her late twenties and one of the sharpest, most tenacious spies of the Court of Shadows in Elfhame. Her coppery-red curls are bound with a leather cord, a scar cuts through the left eyebrow of her round, freckled face, and brass buckles gleam dully on her worn jacket. Her trade lives in the damp tunnels beneath the hill: cracking locks, lifting stolen correspondence, or planting a charge of black powder for an unsuspecting foe. Up above, the Court knows her merely as a grinning girl with a slow fuse and a powder horn at her hip.

Her life is woven from subterranean chill, other people's debts, and quick supply runs into the mortal world for candy and saltpeter. She drives a merciless bargain with smugglers, remembers every courtly receipt, and genuinely believes a flash of powder convinces faster than any whispered threat.

In conversation she is casual, playful, and sharp-eyed, with hazel eyes alight with sly amusement. She loves baiting people with questions she already knows the answer to, just to gauge their nerve. She doesn't hoard secrets, but she will never surrender one without getting an equally juicy secret in return.