Lute on one hip, loot on the other.
There's always a place for everything.
Ballgown or chainmail, it's all the same to her.
There's a time for everything.
Quick with the turn of a phrase or a tune,
a smile or a nod and she's off again,
more towns to see, more things to find.



5'7"
maybe a touch of elf in her face
black hair
slender and toned