Palladium

Dark Witch. Drinks sometimes until the early hour of the moring with Ganesh. It seems unfair that Gladekeeper would have gifted two such sensitive souls in that portion of the healing arts that deals mostly with death - knowing when a mourner needs comfort and when sternness is required, knowing when a body is so far gone that spells and heroics cause more pain than relief and the poor soul needs nothing now but comfort and palliative care.

These are decisions that take a strong, sensitive dragon, but they're also the decisions that keep sleep hard to find some nights and take away any chance, that, unlike their colleagues, they'll ever be on the receiving end of a warm embrace and the heartfelt exclamation, "My hero!"

Palladium and Ganesh try not to let bitterness overtake them, every tough case that needs a bit of companionship and hard liquor to process before they go home to their empty lairs starts with toasts to the strength of the victim, the skill of the colleagues, but at the last always ends up the same, "To Gladekeeper, who prunes the vines! And to Life, which feeds on Death!"