Here I am, at 4am thinking about how badass young Dot was. A veteran killing machine since was a kid. She had to be, since by the time she was born, her race was already dwindling and hunted for sport, but rightfully so. They were notorious shitheads and merciless murderers, traveling in small packs, killing, robbing, raping, whatever they felt like, really.

When all you've known fighting off assassins, knights, and adventurers all your life, you turn what's already a natural-born killing machine into a borderline unstoppable monster. Got so good, she was even confident fighting in heels, (which she definitely didn't wear to compensate for her short stature. Shut up.) Well, at least until guns became a widespread thing. Times change. And as you get a bit less active, you also put on some weight...