Most likely to be found standing in a corner of the Prancing Pony, plucking on her lute strings and occasionally adding in a the high, sweet lilt of her voice. Or sitting beside the boar fountain, watching the market-goers while charcoal-stained fingers move over a battered old sketch book in her lap. Just as often, she cannot be found in Bree at all, for she takes to the roads whenever the whim strikes, to seek fresh tales and inspirations from the wooded streams and rolling hills. 

Snippets, Quotes, and Other Tidbits

The man beside the hearth glanced over and listlessly tossed a copper penny into the open lute case near her feet. "Got anything more cheerful, lass?"

She grinned while her fingers danced over the strings. "I play what my heart tells me to play. Life is not all cheer, after all."

"Gimme that copper back, then."

"How do you expect to catch a husband when you dress like that?"

"Why would I want to catch a husband?"

"Forget it. You're hopeless."

"On the contrary. I have great hopes."