RP: Lady Hwyl is a brown-skinned traveling merchant, as far as you can tell.
[20:04] Hwyl Lyric nods, thinking about this. "My uncle is not here. I am not sure where he is, I have not seen him in years and when I got to the camp location I knew, the wagons were gone. I was very glad that the mercenaries I had hired were good trackers."
"So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." - Gandalf