A pale woman thus far having kept to her own company approaches Tavia, with each step appearing as though she was about to punch her feet through the floor, even as she walks on her toes like a dancer -- or a hunting beast.
"A pilgrim, no mercenary, Gaess is my name," she says in little more than a whisper, her eyes cast downward, "I would welcome coin for my services, and a promise of pain to sate my mistress, ally of the Queen of Spiders."