Sava Senn
Merchant and former river guide
Sava Senn
Species
Human
Appearance
Sava Senn is a compact, weather-hardened woman with the dense, balanced posture of someone who spent decades standing on rocking decks. She moves with a peculiar river rhythm, placing each foot softly and shifting her weight before anyone can predict where she will be. Her hands are broad and dry, with fingertips permanently roughened by rope, burlap, salt, and grain dust. She wears a calculating half-smile even when worried, and her expression often suggests she has just remembered a price someone hoped she had forgotten. The unexpected contradiction is her immaculate white collar, freshly starched each morning despite the flour on her sleeves, the mud on her boots, and the general chaos of the shop. She leaves people with the impression of a calm harbor that might conceal a submerged wreck.
“Her voice is low, brisk, and pleasantly rough, with the steady cadence of someone calling instructions across a noisy deck. She speaks in short practical clauses, pauses before quoting prices, and drops into a soft river dialect when angry or frightened.”
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Distinguishing Features
Her white collar is always perfectly starched, even after a day of hauling crates.
She walks with a subtle side-to-side balance, as though the floor is constantly moving beneath her.
A tiny brass fish is sewn inside her left sleeve and clicked against her wrist when she is thinking.
Her fingernails are stained dark green from years of handling river herbs and copper compounds.
She smells faintly of beeswax, dried mint, and wet stone.
Voice
“A low, weathered contralto with a dry humor and the carrying power of a riverboat caller. Her laugh is unexpectedly loud, brief, and delighted, while her anger becomes almost whispering.”
Clothing
A russet wool vest over a linen shirt with an obsessively starched white collar, a patched blue skirt divided for movement, heavy river boots, a waxed canvas apron, and a brass key ring worn at the belt. Every garment is repaired neatly with contrasting green thread.
Body Language
Sava leans slightly forward when bargaining, as if bracing against a current. She taps two fingers against her palm while counting, squares every nearby object with the edge of the counter, and turns her left shoulder toward anyone she does not trust. In danger, she lowers her center of gravity and becomes almost motionless until she strikes.
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