“Do not let her diminutive stature and ruffled blouse fool you, behind that casual smile is the mind of an infamous highwayman -*cough*- lady.
This fiend has been holding up merchant caravans across the plains and forests of Kryta since she was old enough to hold a pistol. And I’d put money on her being trouble before then too.
Her real name is unknown, but she calls herself “The Black Moa” – whoever heard of a black moa, anyway? Pfft. She’s evaded the Lionguard for too long, men. She’s beginning to make us look stupid.
Wanted dead or alive, that’s what the decree states. So let’s get out there and do our jobs, before Magnus strings us up from the Crows Nest Tavern.”
– Lionguard Patrol Captain [Name redacted]
It takes more than a flashy pistol and a fast trigger finger to hold up some of the most wagon-savvy merchant traders in Tyria, and the traders who walk the roads surrounding Lion’s Arch have dealt with enough grawl, centaurs and bandits to fill a lifetime. They’re the savviest of the savvy, and still they fall for the effortless charm and quick wit of the infamous Black Moa.
Clad in standard Seraph-issue medium armour, she’s quite unassuming, but once you’ve got her Aetherized Pistol between your teeth she’s quite a different matter.
