Keeping her gaze down as she walks, she does her best to make her five foot nine inch frame with the large patchwork pack strewn upon her back not draw the gaze of any of the Lux guards as she flits in and out of her various customers homes or establishments within the City. Until recently her Aunt Celeste would accompany her on these trips to peddle their wares, but age is making the talented woman less agile of late so Uryiah finds herself making these trips from the Woods into the City on her own. Unfortunately as one cannot carry as much as two, she finds herself venturing to Darkmist more than she would like now a days. Peddling her various weaved cloths, dyes and jewelry tidbits to those that have learned over the years of the Boyling family talents.

About the only place one is likely to get a good look at her is on one of her ventures into the library within the city. Even there though she makes a point to find a shadowed corner to sit down and get lost in the written words within a book. Her hazel eyes swiftly absorbed in whatever book happened to catch her attention at that moment in time. Clean, chopped and with a mind of its own is the easiest way to describe her auburn locks, with random braids tossed in and a feather or two she is very obviously one of the Tiganii.  

Her olive complexion appears to be free of scars, wrinkles or pocks. The only exception being the mole that resides just above the right side of her upper lip. She appears to be somewhere in her early to mid twenties and from her long lithe frame she is not a stranger to hard work.

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