Hall master
A half-elf with pointed ears that chuckled like a harmless kitten emerged out of nowhere. They were looking in the direction she was standing just a moment before, but it was only now that they had noticed her.
"Hello there, dear guests."
Dressed in worn leather armor the color of sunbaked earth, she put down a quiver full of arrows slung from her back. Her smile was as sharp as the arrows she carried, arrows with a metallic point unlike the wooden arrows they were using for the training.
Her hazel green eyes gleamed with a competitive glint. The way her eyes looked at the rest of them were different.
She found the expression of the young Misha amusing, she found the two creatures running around the hall adorable, and she found the white bird quite unique.
"Welcome to the humble hall of the archers." Still though, what she found the most unique were the three people gathered around the young girl.