Toweringly tall and once wild looking, this powerful woman would be relatively easilly identified by those who might have seen them before as one of the barbarians from beyond the walls, eyes holding that grim fierceness to them of one with less than stellar morals.

Seen often enough around the royal district, that edge of wildness had been tamed by coin and comfort. Once a captive of the Blackwood family, the death of Bradshaw the Butcher had left her as a rarely used enforcer of the house, a relic of the past that had by sheer luck, found a place in the future. For now.