The Dthudachai was tall for her people, her head level with Ghenn"s shoulder. Like all her people she looked strong enough to overpower any opponent in combat save, perhaps, one of the giant Bheinn. She wore full body armour of hardened leather and silver chain. Now that she was close enough, Ghenn could see numerous tears and burns upon it. Dimly visible upon her helm, faded and scratched, he could just make out the motif of a knotted strand of silver thread. The house of Rin, a proud and noble clan.
On her face, and particularly in her eyes, Ghenn detected a certain darkness and an elusiveness. Her gaze flickered constantly, looking directly at Ghenn, looking away. There was pain there: perhaps the effect of her experiences in the Darklands, perhaps something else. The party of Chainn
