Thistle is a towering Firbolg standing nearly eight feet tall, with soft grey-blue skin and a prominent pinkish nose. Unlike her wilder kin, her thick hair is kept in a perfectly manicured braid pinned to her head. She wears heavy chain mail polished to a mirror shine, adorned with a clean white tabard that has dozens of custom-sewn pockets for ink pots and scrolls.

Thistle is terrifyingly organized and professionally detached. She views adventuring not as a quest for glory, but as a business venture that requires rigorous management. She speaks with the measured cadence of a lawyer and has very little patience for 'instinct-driven' heroes who forget to track their rations or sharpen their blades.

Thistle was born in a secluded firbolg enclave that prioritized harmony with nature above all else. Finding the 'cycle of life' far too messy and inefficient, she left her home to apprentice with the Merchant's Guild in a bustling human city. There, she discovered the Order of the Scale, a religious sect dedicated to the logistics of justice and the maintenance of societal structure. She realized that legendary heroes often fail not because of lack of heart, but due to poor administrative oversight. She took her vows not to save the world directly, but to become the most indispensable administrative aid to those who do. Thistle has begun tracking 'up and coming' adventurers, seeking a party worthy of her professional services. She intends to build a brand for herself, Thistle's Professional Adventuring Solutions, ensuring that every heroic deed is properly documented, compensated, and equipped. To her, a dungeon crawl is simply a high-stakes audit.