Retired treasure hunter, translator and restorer of ancient manuscripts
Old enough to do as I please, young enough to be able to do it.
In a frequently moved tent.
Playful, brazen, care-free, cautious, and possibly a little bit crazy. Who wouldn't be, after spending over twenty years roaming Arda as a treasure hunter?
A well-travelled woman with a love of history, linguistics and the road, she may never have given up her nomadic lifestyle had the injuries sustained over the years not come back to haunt her. Now, the once strong, proud and acrobatic woman is forced to rely on a cane in the colder months and fears having to use it permanently.
Mulled wine, adventure, her horse, independence, shiny stuff, singing, dancing, old texts, learning new things
Wights, spiders, being double-crossed, narrow-minded individuals, papercuts, cold.
A spirit of adventure and a better life.
"You can't steal from the dead. You can only re-appropriate the discarded belongings of the once-alive"