(Tiefling, Former Ranger)
Specialty: Adventuring Gear, Survival Equipment, and Hard-Earned Advice
Motto: "If you’re not prepared, you’re already dead."
Skin: Deep red, weathered from years of harsh sun, wind, and snow.
Horns: Curved and ridged, scratched from old battles and close encounters with trees.
Eyes: Amber, sharp and knowing, like she can tell exactly how long you'll last in the wild.
Hair: Dark brown, streaked with silver, tied back in a practical braid.
Clothing:
Sturdy leathers, well-worn and patched, with a long coat covered in pockets.
A knife on each hip and a quiver full of arrows even though she doesn’t hunt much anymore.
A necklace made of carved wooden beads and animal teeth, a gift from a long-lost companion.
Personality & Habits
"Never trust a man who sells you gear he wouldn’t use himself." – Only sells quality equipment—no cheap junk, no scams.
"This scar? Owlbear. This one? Stupid decision. This one? Drunken bet with a dwarven trapper." – Loves sharing stories of her past (often while dramatically rolling up a sleeve to show off a scar).
"Do you even know how to set up a tent? Gods help you." – More than willing to help new adventurers, but will absolutely lecture them on survival if they seem unprepared.
"I don’t care how strong you are. Without food and water, you’ll be a corpse by week’s end." – Practical to a fault, with a deep respect for nature’s brutality.
"You remind me of me, back when I was dumber." – Takes a liking to bold but clueless adventurers, offering them discounts… after a lecture.