Jaihde

Tarsorel heard the word shouted in the inns common room and his blood ran cold.  "Quawha!"  He did not know what the word meant. But he knew from where it came.  It was. Southron language, either Harradric or close enough so as to make no difference.  The old soldiers eyes locked onto the source of the word and found a young, olive skinned woman dressed in simple clothes. Yet his eyes were drawn to the large curved blade worn on her back. The blade of a Southron.