Dark-haired half-elf woman. Leathers, and a tricorn hat. Avoids the other passengers and crew during the voyage.
As of the first few days on the Shiv (ie, session one), she has been fairly quiet and seems depressed – she’s helping, but not really taking any initiative. She was eying the bottle of good brandy that we salvaged though, possibly with some desperation. Maeglin tried to engage her in conversation about it, but his skills in diplomacy are fairly lacking – while he didn’t offend her, he didn’t turn up anything about what’s going on in her head.