Quinn pauses at a distance from the gates of Coldriver, carefully adjusting her traveling outfit and assessing the looks of the city. 'A wreched hive of scum and villiany', she thinks to herself, but if she can find the information she needs there...<br/><br/>She tosses back her hair, a shining reddish-brown, seeming to become more red with the passing of time, and adjusts the simple pouch she carries, the Bag of Holding containing the majority of her worldly possessions. Trying not to think about the more recent past...and then blushing and attempting to turn her mind from the slightly more distant past as well, her eyes defocusing for a moment and almost flashing gold in the light before, with a deep breath, she collects herself and steps forwards, approaching the city gates. Her legs long and slender, tanned and toned from her journeys, sturdy boots the only covering until reaching the hem of the firm leather skirt she wears, its hemline a fair bit too high for most places' distinction of modesty. A vest covering her chest, with a plaid shirt underneath it; the vest unfastened, and a button or two fewer than she really should have fastened securing the shirt across her ample, firm bosom.