Tessa was stiing down drinking her cider, ignoring the din save for the mention of the name 'Turtledome' cresting above the noice and jarring her ears, a pained look on her face. When soon after she notices a tall handsome man with sylvanesque features approach her, his equipment unlike her's, was shined and kept well, a bow slung over his back as if he was prepared for the worst.
Tessa listened to the man's diatribe and smiled up at him even though her eyes remained looking down, she nodded and looked over at Lord Byron before returning her gaze to the half-elfin lad. "Good pay you say?" she asked, "Thats enough for me although I do 'ery well think this is a better way to use my talents, you see I am a student of the magical arts, and I shall be lendin' em to you and your friend as ye wish" her voice was thick with a highland accent. "Th' names Tessa, Tessa Tressd'n." as she offered a hand with short thick fingers.