Kit Hollow

Kit Hollow, a Human Zahala, has been wandering from Tavern to Tavern across the world for the last five years of her life. Never claiming a home for too long she claims where every she lays her head home enough.

Growing up in her caravan she was a middle child of nine. One old enough she began her wandering to seek her fortune.

Appearance
She discovered early on that sometimes the greatest way to stay alive was to dress as a man, and leave her femininity behind. Never one to want to engage in conflict she prefers alternative methods of acquiring her goals.

Usually found in a pair of trousers and reliable boots, and often a snack in a sack by her waist. She likes to think herself prepared for most situations though usually not the violent route.

Being A Bard
Her tools of trade are always a priority for her practice. She can be found with an instrument never out of arms reach and is usually ready with a tall tale. Happy to share stories around the hearth or a campfire, it is uncommon not to see a grin on her face.

The Escort of A Lady
In the company of brave warriors and magic users Kit Hollow joined in their endeavor to protect a noble woman on her journey to the capital. Approached by Constance the faun she was eager to make herself of use.

On the road Kit regaled her companions with the Tale of Coyote and the Seasons, a grand tale of a trickster bringing the seasons to the world. As the road became heavy with brush Kit found it best to use her quiet steps to look ahead of the party and see what dangers there could be.

She quickly came upon a small camp of what she assumed were bandits, clearly drinking and enraged over who knows what, Kit signaled back to the party that they were ahead. Quickly the party decided to try and sneak the Lady by witha bit of distraction granted by our dear Bard.

At first glance the "bandits" seemed prepared to murder Kit out right, but with some smooth talking clever positioning Kit was able to distract them enough to get their eyes off the road. But sadly they still hear the steps of our noble lady and her guard.

After much drunken discussion between the "bandits" and the party they revealed themselves to be assassins and plunged their knife deep into our lady's heart. She fell slain, but not gone yet. Kit sprang into action, and sang her soul from deaths door. Keeping deaths icy grip at bay as her companions fended off the other assailants. Luckily the lady was revived and the party continued to their destination with great success.