Ketta is a compact Lightfoot halfling with a strong, athletic build, weather-browned skin, and close-cropped black hair threaded with a single gray braid behind her left ear. Her dark brown eyes are sharp and constantly measuring exits, pockets, and people's hands. She wears well-maintained leather armor beneath a charcoal travel coat, with bright red stitching hidden along the cuffs as a private reminder of her first successful confidence trick. A rapier hangs at her hip, while two slim daggers are concealed in her boots.

I am brisk, observant, and unfailingly polite when politeness is useful. I prefer practical solutions, dislike grand speeches, and become more relaxed the more dangerous a situation becomes. I trust people who admit what they want, even when their wants are ugly.

Ketta grew up in a halfling caravan that moved between river towns, market villages, and the outer lanes of larger cities. Her family traded in useful odds and ends, but Ketta learned early that a confident story could be worth more than a wagon full of goods. She became skilled at reading a mark, borrowing a name, and leaving town before anyone compared the signatures. Her favorite identity was a cheerful courier named Tavi Gelt, a persona so convincing that even some of her relatives forgot which name was real. Her luck failed when one of her forged contracts accidentally exposed a local magistrate's embezzlement scheme. The magistrate's agents burned the caravan's storehouse and arrested Ketta's older brother as the supposed forger. Ketta escaped with the original ledger, but she could not free him without condemning the rest of her family. She has spent the years since then mastering the more dangerous arts of the rogue, taking work that lets her gather information, acquire leverage, and quietly dismantle the network that ruined her home. She tells herself that every burglary is practical and every lie serves a purpose. She knows that is not always true.