This figure was about as unassuming as it possibly could be.  A practical suit of brown brigandine with no defining insignias or markings was worn over what sounded like a chainmail hauberk, judging by the faint rattling grind of metal that accompanied her motions.

Her hair was the color of the dirt that her family was born from and often hung in front of her tired, dismal countenance. Combined with her propensity to keep her head down, one could be forgiven for not noticing the sleepless, tired bags under her weary, stonecolored eyes.  

Hanging at her belt was a baskethilt saber, the hilt of which was chipped and damaged.  There was also, at any given time: a knife, a coil of rope, and what appeared to be some variety of parrying-gauntlet which seemed to be in nominally better shape than most of her well-worn equipment.


I have no interest in OOCly pre-arranging roleplay, nor do I wish for tells discussing in-game events.