The one they call Sythi by name is a newcomer to the town of Bree. A trapper by trade, she has become something of a regular around the taverns that populate the small thorpe. Clothed in tatters and furs, the woman's rough and barbaric appearance speaks of Eastron origin, and while she will laugh along with such accusations, this will usually warrant a quick, hurried look over her shoulder. To those she's spoken to, she tells she was born to a small lodge in the Vales of the Anduin, and some suspect her size and strength may credit her to Beorn's kin. Probing about her family life, however, typical sours her mood, and her eager smile will hint of sadness. Fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers will be painted with as broad and ambiguous brush as possible, and while she seems melancholy at their remembering, it seems she wishes those she left behind well.

Since settling around Bree, the girl has come to prize a freedom she's never known, wandering eagerly and drinking in sights she'd never dreamed of at home. Most days are spent breathing the unfettered air, and casually trapping beasties for their pelts to make enough coin to have a fine time at the pub later that night, enjoying good company, leftover food and whatever cheap and strong ale she can afford.