She stands about five feet high. Her body is lean and svelte. She has pointed ears and a freckled nose. Her green eyes are round and inquisitive. They swim with tiny sparks of emerald. Her black hair is short and unkempt; it is worn feathered back from her face in a windblown look. Her cheeks are slightly rosy.
She is wearing a red tunic, pale green leggings, some soft green woolen socks, a pair of archer gloves, and a sea-green sack embroidered with seashells and starfish.
She looks quite young.
(Habits, Character, Occupation, Weapons, Abilities)
She smiles coyly and tells you that she's never had a job. Her gaze flickers casually over your belongings. With a quick twist of her wrist, she presents five fabric butterflies. She tosses them into the air, blushing at the occassional fumble.
"I've been an entertainer ever since I can remember." She says with a wink and a toothy smile. The butterflies nearly miss her flailing hands.
"Weapons?" She gasps. "Heavens, no. So violent." Shaking her head, she tucks the butterflies into the sleeve of her shirt; a glint of steel is barely visible.
She arches a narrow eyebrow in your direction. "You aren't accusing me of anything, are you?"
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