She smiles a little. You can just see the tip of her nost over the edge of her thick black wool hood. She slips her pen into her loose left sleeve and shuts her book with careful precision. You catch a glimpse of her tough white hands, ornimented with a simple hemitite ring and plain watch, nails trimmed and callouses unhidden.
"What do you want to know?" she asks simply, hands folded over her leather bound book. There is a gemstone set in the center of the treeshape carved in the book, but you don't recognize what it is.
You ask her:
About herself.
About her past.
About Capatis City.