And that I did, I recall going with her and a friend of hers to Haynbury to make mischief. Of course, it ultimately didn't go well. It, quickly came to a point where she became very attached to me. When I took control of the Brigands, she acted as my envoy. She was never a thief, but she had a certain bloodlust, and didn't mind doing things for me. Once during a raid on a group of travelers, she -probably- saved my life. Dragged me off from the failed attempt before our opponents could kill me.
The next time I saw her she dragged me out into the middle of the woods to a lake in far Chetwood, where we had a 'picnic' of some odd dunlanding recepie of stomach and gods know what else.. Spent the night there..
What is important is that she never once left my side. She even joined the shadow blades when I did. Does this mean a lack of will? No. It simply means that of anyone, I'm the one she trusts most - even after going behind her back about her relationship with Threland and her little affair with my fiancé (before we were an item fortunately). She is still a sister to me.
I cannot completely figure this woman out. When she cleans herself up, she's gorgeous when you look past the scars. She keeps fit, keeps well. She isn't like anyone else, not at all. She can not be defined under any stereotype. She has hardly any effeminate qualities, she adorns herself in the fur of bears, bones and teeth, blood stained pauldrons, knives - it's like hugging a furry deathtrap. She hates Bree-land as a whole, yet has good natured humor around me, and those she is fond of. It's truly difficult to understand what is in her head, what makes her tick, where she has learned the skills she knows - I'm fortunate not to be her enemy, because she is a very intimidating woman, with many enemies.
I've asked her to be a bridesmaid - it'll be funny to see her, such a ragged woman, in a dress.
