_ Tansy
Tansy is tall, and broad. Muscular from a life spent working in the village she once lived in, dressed in sensible traveling clothes with a worn suit of leather armour she looted off the captain of her town's militia after the bandits burned the place to the ground.

Her hands are worn, even more than someone who works with them should be, knuckles bruised and calloused. She is often loud, not particularly bright, and speaks plainly, traits she picked up as a much put upon barmaid.

Her longbow and shield are plainly built, unadorned and grim, also souvenirs of her final days of service in the militia. No weapon hangs from her belt though, not even the all too useful knife, an oddity for a woman by herself in the world.