Hard times make for unwelcome changes. The Eastboon Rangers never were much as rangers go, but they were rangers none the less, and they clung to that proudly, even as the forests were cut for wood against the winter cold and the deer, the bears, and finally even the squirrels were hunted won, slaughtered, and eaten, and their pelts sold for copper pennies the sprawling markets and industrial townships that replaced the forests. The rangers are still there, though now they turn their skills to a different trade. Keep a close eye on your wallet in Eastboon.
HP 6, Armor 1, dmg 4 (dirk)
Get their hands on yer wallet
Make use of the terrain
Melt into the background
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