Bess carries a trinket from every significant event in her life. Most of these are from her various kills, be them animals or men, or something else completely. If you look closely, each one tells a small part of her story. First is a small toy, only a few inches in length. It takes the visage of a warg, and hangs around her neck at the end of a leather strip like many of her other trophies. In her childhood, she often played with the tiny carving during long trips with her tribe, or clung to it when hiding from the combat of her elders.

     Her childhood didn't last long, for when she lost the teeth that she keeps in a pouch at her belt, the ones that came in behind them were filed into sharp points, and she was taught to fight for herself. Her fangs were her favorite weapon, and she often defeated her opponents through a vile, brutal form of combat that lacked any honor. This is the time when she gathered many of her bestial habits, doing what was needed to live from one day to the next, and killing anything that might keep her from doing so. The snake's fangs in her ears were gathered when she took an interest in poisons, and she carries several sturdy jars of serpent venom most of the time. This chapter of her life was marked by the brutality of the kill, and her turning frm a young girl into a beast like woman. 

     The next item that Bess collected was the blade of an Angmarim warrior. This was the turning point in her life that made her go from a strong and proud woman to a twisted, wounded creature. Her tribe was slain, and all that she held close was torn from her grasp ruthlessly by the northmen. Bess managed only to slay one in vengeance, and her hatred for the people is more than clear. The blade she gathered from the man was broken into shards, and the dull bits are tied lengthwise along her forearms, held there by the untreated hide of some poor animal. A small, elegant hilt would also be in her possession, this item jangling form her belt like many others. 

     With her family and her friends all gone, Bess was now afraid to hold anything too tightly, including her homeland. So before she could have that taken from her hands, she dropped it, leaving to travel west with no idea of what she would find. The sparse lands she crossed offered little in the way of acceptable trinkets for her, but any she fought or killed made a place near her heart when she relived them of a finger and tied it around her own neck, sometimes using her enemy's hair for the binding. 

     Then she found Bree. After weeks of finding nothing of significance, her path led to the largest settlement on the west side of the mountains. The only thing that comes to her in the place is fear, not being able to fight openly, and learning of a culture and a tongue she has barely encountered before. It is no surprise that she spends as much time as she can outside of the walls, or with other Dunlanders who have found their way to the town, not knowing their fates.