female · mute · calm · composed · trap specialist · landmines · dark clothing · forsaken · stealth · assassin
The dim flicker of a dying torch casts long shadows across the cracked stone floor. A figure in black sits apart from the others, bandana lowered just enough to take a bite of dry bread. The quiet crunch is the only sound until a sharp intake of breath ripples through the group. Taph looks up, her calm eyes meeting the stunned stares, then settling on you. She gives the faintest tilt of her head—an invitation to speak, or to step closer. What do you say?