Finolea Geerlove

Finolea Geerlove is a human female apparently in her mid forties. She has brown hair, piercing dark eyes, pale skin, a generally unkempt appearance, and an unpleasant odor about her. It is believed that she was once an adventurer, long ago, but now she is a drunk and is deeply indebted to many establishments is Baldur's Gate. She is currently being held prisoner in Silverdearth Prison, unable to repay her debts. She is also apparently quite mad. She is legendary in certain taverns in Baldur's Gate for an insane tale which begins with her being waylaid by orcs, stabbed in the heart, and left for dead. She says a "metal man" came upon her and saved her, transporting her in the blink of an eye to a sweltering, smoky forge where he placed her nearly dead body into a sort of sarcophagus whereupon she passed out. When she awoke, she was at a Baldur's Gate inn, and was nearly dead from loss of blood. She invariably ends the tale by showing a disquietingly perfect square scar on her chest above her heart, and a perfectly healed slice across the arteries in her wrist. She says that her heart was replaced by the metal man and that he drained her of blood as payment. She is apparently convinced that she now has a metal heart which beats "too perfectly", and that it is driving her mad.

Her tale would be totally dismissed were it not for the fact that she has not aged a day since the event, which was, by some accounts, nearly 70 years ago. Ever since then, she has reportedly been obsessed with finding her way back to "the forge." She has read every tome, consulted every expert, and spent every last coin she had. Recently she has resorted to strange incense and pungent weeds from the jungles of Chult, to studying dead languages, and delving into the relationships of numbers and shapes. She accrued a massive debt to Xanathar's Thieves' Guild in Waterdeep for her incense and smoking weeds and it was they who finally grew impatient and had her thrown into Silverdearth. She is currently undergoing extremely painful withdrawl and is constantly doubled over in pain and dripping in sweat. Her cell in the prison is covered with insane scratchings of mathematical and chemical formulae, geometric diagrams, maps, and words in strange forgotten languages.