19 year old girl, rather a plain jane, in her own terms, grew up on the streets of Zingara. She always had to fight for survival, relying on wit and speed rather than brawn. Sick of having to fight to keep anything, she joined a caravan as a guard.

She has dark skin, almost hispanic look and wears an unusual leather long coat and a crossbow. Not much else is obvious, though she has a small bundle with a sleeping blanket tied up by a rope. There may be a couple of large knives in her belt under the coat...but she would never show them off.