With hair the color of a raven’s wing, the mysterious beauty known only as Dreya breezed into town, taking in the world around her with eyes of gilded amber.  Although not very tall, perhaps five feet at best, her expressions and manners seem to belie that of the actual age she appears – perhaps 30 years, perhaps younger.  It is difficult to discern.  Preferring to wear hide armor and a dagger strapped to each thigh, Dreya looks more like a wild child from the wilderness.

Not wishing to remain in one location for more than a few days, Dreya has found the profession of adventuring fulfilled that need while still putting coin in her pocket.