Dixie: A courtesan who frequently visits the royal chambers, or entertains the high born. She wouldn't look anything special, nor be treated as such, but would play as sort of therapist to the struggles of a nobler livelihood. Dixie would dream of a life closer to the finer things in the era, but every turn would drag her back down to a brothel. That is, until she thought of a more clever approach than the last to wind her way into the courts of the prestige. Carrowin: The owner of an inn most likely. She'd own a spacious manor, passed down from generation to generation, an acres' length from a shoreline. The hustle and bustle of merchants, adventurers and people on religious treks would fill her life; drinking, watching, listening to, establishing friendships with everyone that rents a room. Fiddles and flutes would carry tunes in the air, creating a happy atmosphere. There would be Carrowin, easily found eavesdropping at the edge of tables, or sporadically dancing away the night.