A small half-orc girl with two ragged pigtails tied in blue thread, a soot-smudged grin, and hands that are always busy. Her skin has the mossy gray-green tone of old river stones, but her cheeks flush pink when she laughs or lies. She moves like a stray cat that has learned how to bow, quick and springy, yet she stands very still when listening, as if she can hear footsteps through the ground itself. She wears a patched tour-guide sash over a threadbare vest, and somehow keeps it spotless even while the rest of her clothes are a deliberate chaos of mud, buttons, charms, and string. The most striking thing about her is the polished silver bell sewn into one sleeve, tiny and bright, which should make her easier to notice but somehow only makes her seem more mysterious.