Love, or more likely alcohol and a longing for companionship can make odd things happen. So was it that Sabine Gwynleve was born from the tryst between an Elven Diplomat visiting human lands and a human tavern whench. Infatuated with culture and Art the young girl was drawn to the life of a bard rather naturally.  

The distinct smell of her lilac scented perfume, or the soothing sound of her voice would make almost anyone look into those innocent emerald eyes shining beneath layers of well kept straight raven hair. Her lips would often be curled in an impish smile or a slight content smirk. The maid's Elven herritage though subtle would be visible in the angular jaw and almond shaped eyes. Not to mention her pointed ears, though one would usually find them hidden beneath her hair, showing them only to better hear a tune or a chord.

Preferring stylish but practical clothing, Sabine was never one for golden adornments or ballroom dresses with to many frocks much preferring clothes that allowed her to move while she performed. She did however have a fascination with shoes, often fawning over heels, lace boots and the most extravagant of slippers.

If not by looks most would recognize her by her songs and poetry, often tales of chivalrous knights saving poor maidens or of lovers in tragedy finally reaching their happily ever after.