Morgan is a human woman of thirty five years with a lean, wiry build. Her face is sharp featured with high cheekbones and a nose that has been broken and healed slightly crooked. Her skin is weathered by sun and wind, a deep tan etched with fine lines. Her hair is dark brown and cut short, with streaks of premature grey at her temples. Her earthy brown eyes are intelligent and watchful, often squinting. She wears a long, dusty coat of faded brown leather over a linen tunic and travel stained trousers. Her boots are scuffed and laced tight.

Morgan is a creature of constant vigilance. She is quiet, observing her surroundings with the intensity of a predator who knows she is also prey. She values discretion above all else and rarely speaks more than necessary. While she is guarded and slow to trust, she possesses a fierce sense of duty to the innocent, often feeling a kinship with those discarded by society.

Born into a desert caravan, Morgan’s life was upended as a teenager when a sandwyrm attack slaughtered her family and left her alone in the shifting dunes. She survived by her wits in the backalleys of Zahra Nur, eventually becoming a courier for a local crime lord named Malik. For five years she was his most reliable ghost, moving high value secrets across the wastes. She knew the hidden paths of the sun bleached desert better than any navigator, using her skills to bypass both monsters and authorities. Three weeks ago, her life changed again. While delivering a sealed scroll to a waystation, she found her contact murdered and the site overrun by a cult worshiping the very creatures that killed her family. After overhearing their plan to trade human lives for wyrm eggs, she realized Malik was entangled in something far more depraved than mere smuggling. She fled with the secrets they sought, knowing that Malik’s reach is long and his patience is non existent. Now she is a hunted woman, using every trick she learned as an urchin and a scout to stay one step ahead of his assassins.