Even in her sane moments Thamsin wouldn't tell you much about her past. You might gather from her talk that she is from the north, somewhere near Dale. But then you may not...It is after all rather hard to follow an insane person's conversation.
A pale, pretty, freckled face is framed by heavy, dark russet locks that spill down her back when not braided out of the way. Soft blue eyes often look out with a naive expression and she generally carries a smile. You'll never find her without her pack of wares and an instrument or two. Her lute is a fine piece of work, but she more often plays a rather odd instrument similar to a Kalimba or thumb piano. Playing it and singing in her soft, musical voice is one of her greatest pleasures. If she sees you with an instrument she might approach you to ask if you "have the tongue too?"
 
Her pack contains her true nature so to speak. Bottle upon bottle of potions, promising many things. She sells what she can and for the most part people pass her off as a harmless innocent. But....Thamsin is a bit more than she seems. Watch for her lucid moments and you might find out more. What you'll have to endure to hear them, well....you'll just have to be patient with poor Thamsin.