Mouse was of average height, with a firm musculature that spoke to a lifetime of training. She had ice-blue eyes and silver hair, but no armor of any kind, and at present her only weapon was a walking stick too light to be a practical weapon. She walked gracefully, her footprints light and her stride effortless, while her companion had to trudge along in the usual way. There was a satchel at her hip, but it too was too light to be of use on a long journey.<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Portrait</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.imgur.com/wokpHaE.jpg)</div></div><br/>"Well, that's a promising start, at least," she said. She didn't recognize the accent, but then, when was the last time she had been to a coast? Still, he didn't seem like a trap or lure, his size notwithstanding - and he certainly looked more alive than the last thing she had fought. "I'm Mouse, and this is Henes. We're looking for a ship that's been by here. Looking to have some harsh words with the owners. Have you seen it?"