There are nice, polite women, refined women of society who know the appropriate time to laugh and smile and just the right beat in a conversation to interject without interrupting. The kind of woman who will leave your head spinning with conversation on topics you didn't even know you find interesting, who will hold your hand all the way home and laugh at your self-deprecating jokes because she knows you don't want her to think you're trying too hard. Marry that girl, my boy. Marry her as soon as you see it in her eye that she loves you. Because if you don't, you might end up with a whore like this one instead. Instinct: To lose herself in hedonism

• Ply her trade
• Call upon others to rush to her aid

The Lonely Colossus is a creature of vast size, carved from the stone of mountains that stand far beyond the realms of man, dwarf or elf. Terraced as if it were a walking fortress, this creature of stone and magic lumbers like a slow hurricane through the countryside, apathetic to the efforts of mortals to stop or divert it's path. Nothing phases it, and nothing stops its slow and uncompromising journey. What is it looking for? None know. Where has it come from? None dare ask. Why does it never stop? Some say that, at its making, the gods granted it a single boon; It would inherit a concept to represent for all eternity. The Colossus chose "inevitability." Instinct: To ignore

• Pay no heed to mortals, their homes or animals
• Crush obstacles underfoot
• Swat nuisances like flies
• Flare the magical rune weak spot