A maiden prone to quick smiles, soft laughter, and beautiful music. Yet those that witness her in moments between will note the solemnness that haunts her step and lingers in her gaze. Known as the Silver Bard for her long silver locks, her dulcet voice heralds her more often than anything else. Her delicate fingers are host to subtle callouses, testament to the time spent plying string to tune. Oft she kept herself shrouded, deep of cowl and heavy of garment, which typically lacked ostentation. In this way she did her best to pass without disturbing those of the younger races, while still partaking in small tidbits of their lives as she came through.