The young woman quietly walks in. She came from Gondor, where her father, a silversmith, had been accused of trason and banished. She set out on her own to find a new life elsewhere.
She is slim, but her eyes glow with a curious bronze-gold color, and close-cropped hair, a copper.
She looks human, but her aura alludes to her Elfin heritage, for she is a human-Elf hybrid. She carries a sword, and sits at a dark corner table. Her mere presence is enough to send the party there scattering for another location. The young woman sits down and takes a notebook out of her pack, and hastily pens a song. She asks for nothing.
Her name is Jatyn Coolheart.
~*The winds of evil flag against me, yet I am immovable."*~
[ December 28, 2002: Message edited by: Child of the 7th Age ]
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