Jessica "Bar Wench" (Dead)

Hello, Welcome to Kill grill. You kill it, we'll grill it.

My name is Bar Wench Jessica and I'll be your sever tonight.

Our special tonight is: Grig Shish Kabobs, Grig salad, Grig spam, and a box of one dozen starving, crazed  weasels. Sorry, no Bear Claws.

Let me get you a drink, for starts, and you can tell me your problems.

My story:
  I was raised into my family business, you guessed it, of the local tavern. Three days before I was 13, my mum died of something. Eight months later, my dad died of the same thing. Ever since I've been working in the tavern; gathering stories and folk lore. I've dreaming of leaving the bar and the
town for some time, but when a group of people walked into
my bar, talking about adventure; by same great and                                                      
anonymous power I went with them.    

To Bar Wench Jessica: 
Araja- If she was a demi-god or angel-ish type person; why
is she here and why is it that everywhere we go she brings us
bad luck? Maybe that’s the reason why she got kick out of 
heaven… Maybe. This would make a good story.

Isaac- I like the grigs like him. He is such a good dancer.

Billy- Good Billy. (Pat, Pat) Why do you have a spoon?

Rekka- Cute little girl, who likes to dance.

Cortanna-That horse girl…………………. Yeah, she’s adopted. 
You can’t hide it; she’s adopted. Cortanna may have brown hair,
but she is such a blonde.

Gideon- My drinking buddy