Tina moves with the unyielding energy of a whirlwind in a teacup—small but explosively charismatic. Her bright auburn curls bounce wildly around a face adorned with freckles that look like constellations mapped by some mischievous sprite. Despite her petite halfling frame, she’s almost always found standing atop a wooden crate or humming loudly to herself behind her cluttered store counter. Her eyes—sparkling pale green—always scan a room like a hawk looking for its prey, but her smile is infectious and boisterous, belying a surprising depth of care beneath the noise. Contradicting her usual loudness, her left ear sports a tiny, intricate silver chain earring with dangling charms that she touches absentmindedly when deep in thought—a quiet habit hidden under her ballsy exterior.