Anna

Anna is not a winsome lass. The closest someone might approach is, comely. She is thick limbed and heavy framed. Her hair would probably clean up well, but soakings from the lake and working all sorts of hours keep it from reaching its potential.

Her hands are calloused from ropes and nets, her muscles formed from years of hauling fish and handling barrels.  The tavern where she works is slowly getting a name for its meals, mostly fish.

While generally a pleasant person, more than one potential troublemaker has been threatened with the sharp end of a fishing spear.