Kellas Hunn Lore

No higher then five foot four, Kellas is a wiry thin woman with pallid skin made healthier by the profuse amount of freckles that seem to cover every inch of exposed skin. Kellas often holds herself relaxed shoulders swooped down, back straight with a slight lean forwards when spoken too.
Her green eyes speak of other things though, an intense and unearthly stare that seems to pierce whatever has caught her interest making the odd lean feel more predatory or eager then outwardly friendly.
Kellas speaks with her body more then she does her vocabulary. Animating instantly upon conversation; tapping fingers, sweeping palms, large facial expression, everything is written in what she does.
Long wavy red peppered hair is tied backwards to keep it from tangling and curling about her face. She prefers to wear it down but it takes a lot to upkeep it. Once it gets to irritatingly long Kellas will manually lop it a bit shorter.
Her most common wardrobe is a lengthy tunic with a dark leather belt and comfortable baggy tie-up trousers with hand-sewn pockets.
Her only worldly possessions are a mailbag tied with cord and held with a bone button. A bit of flint to start a fire, sewing materials and many small white bags filled with herbs and coins of varying places and times, mortar and pestle, oils and waxes. A dagger hidden in one sleeve, and a short seax blade at her hip.

Kellas doesn't share much on her past but snippets. What has been gleaned is; the only thing that kept you safe was yourself, strangers were less than welcome. Her lips are sealed but there is more to be learned by either those who are infinitely patient or the very stubborn.