a dark-haired, sylvan elf-maid; about 5' tall
she always wears a dark-green, hooded cloak
when she speaks, her voice comes out in a whisper
she moves with a fluid grace, as a dancer might; seldom seen in the daytime, she often prowls thru the streets of Nanthalion after dark.
no one can remember just when she first appeared at the Inn, she will not say where she came from
if questioned too closely she merely laughs, a tinkling, infectious laugh, and sashays away
there is something strangely familiar about her, but you can't quite put your finger on it.............
though you know very little about her, she seems to know all about you
she is rumored to have “friends in high places”