Tori

Plain brown hair and eyes, a few scars, and a nose that's been broken a time or two. Without her armor and ever-present crossbow, she could pass for any number of common, unremarkable women passed every day. Though strong enough to wear the armor and carry a light pack, she looks like she'd be hard-pressed behind a plow, nor does she appear exceptionally graceful or quick on her feet.

She speaks rarely and a little slowly, with a rough drawl that tends to make two syllables out of one and occasionally smacks of Vehl, but her words, as with her steps, seem deliberately placed. The observant among those she travels with may notice a hawk often flying overhead or perched nearby.