Etain Miller

Her mother an elf, or so she was told, her father a human, and a poor at both. As a nipper Etain was left in the town of Krool to sink or swim, and swim she did.

Being quick of tongue and having a natural knack for selling, usually false, information. The many folk that came through Krool looking for nothing more than a waffle about the many places of interest were prime for the picking.

Etain made a steady living in Krool, her rogue like skills improving all the time, she had even once or twice been out with the self acclaimed heros to lead them to places of myth, well myth she had spun.