Beal is a retired tanner from Eslading whose frail body is sustained by a stubborn mind and an enduring good nature. Years spent working hides in the sour stink of tannery pits hardened her patience if not her frame.
Beal’s children and grandchildren were lost to the fall of Eslading, some left behind, others killed in the chaos that followed. She rarely speaks their names, but their absence hangs over every quiet moment.
Her devotion to the exile cause runs deep, fed by grief as much as conviction. Only one thing surpasses it: a cold, unyielding hatred for the Ravens, whom she holds responsible for everything the exiles lost.