A diminuitive figure appears in front of you. Standing at not quite three feet tall she is swathed in an inky black cloak, blending into most environs. A effeminate childlike face peers out at the world from within the cowl, short curls of brassy red hair bobbing as she turns her head. Her shining blue eyes gleam with an intentionally disinterested gaze from just above her small upturned nose. A smattering of freckles is burnished into her fair face, and her thin lips seem perpetually curved into a knowing smirk. On either side of her neck she bears a tattoo, a grinning raven clutching a shiny gold coin and a pair of crossed daggers dripping blood and poison. Her short legs move swiftly and silently and as suddenly as she has appeared she is gone.