As a variety of heroes stepped up to offer their assistance to young Evan, there was a soft, nearly unnoticeable trill of music throughout the tavern- a trill as of a sailor's hornpipe, that seemed to have no visible source. In the silence which followed, the front door of the tavern slid open, revealing a woman silhouetted in the entryway.
She was just over average height, with gold-toned skin and a wavy cascade of glossy black hair which hung halfway down her back. A sword which seemed perhaps a bit too large for her hung over one shoulder, and a small satchel on the other- she wore a corselet of bright scarlet scales under a black longcoat, rather like a sailor's oilcloth. As she stood in the doorway, she seemed to survey the room- but her eyes were featureless white orbs. Surely she must be blind...
She took two long strides forward, and if her strange eyes compromised her vision, there was no sign of it. She gave a nod of her head in the direction of the young hunter, and spoke in a clear ringing voice, the tones of a trained singer. "You must be Evan. Word on the street is that you are looking for help, something about missing villagers..." She paused, looking around at the others gathered nearby. "It seems like you have found a few volunteers, but I would like to join your crew, if you have the room. It might do me good to be out of town for a while, and I think I might be able to help a bit." She paused once again, and raised one hand, as if remembering something, then turned towards one of the tavern staff. The server blinked and gave a brief, bewildered smile. "You're Joy!," she blurted, and the woman tipped a nod of acknowledgement.
