Wavy blonde hair frames the young woman's face. Within her steely blue eyes lies some sadness, yet she will find a kind smile for anyone who cares to look her way. Her figure is slim, meek even, she bears no signs of battle or hard labour, her hands smooth as silk, her skin fair. She bears no visible scars of any kind. Her voice is gentle, sometimes timid, she has a shy nature, especially among strangers. Her accent is that of the Maerc, sometimes more pronounced, at other times barely noticeable. Her dress is modest. Linen robes, leather boots, a backpack, a belt pouch and a tatty cloak are all she needs. She carries her old worn harp with her wherever she goes and a dagger sheathed at her belt.