"Secrets are currency. And lucky for you, I trade in bulk."

Sable Venn is a thin, wiry woman with a sharp gaze and a sharper tongue. Her ashen brown skin is marred with old scars, particularly along her fingers and forearms, hinting at a past filled with close calls. Her dark, tangled hair is streaked with silver, usually pulled back into a loose, messy bun, though strands always manage to escape. She wears patched-together leathers and faded fabrics, layered in a way that suggests both practicality and the need to stay unnoticed. Her hands, missing two fingers from a past betrayal, are fast, restless, always twitching, whether flipping a coin or tapping a dagger against her hip. Her dark, hooded eyes miss nothing, always scanning, always assessing, making it clear that nothing in Shadowgrove happens without her knowing. Her voice is low, rasping, and quick, like she’s always thinking three steps ahead of the conversation.

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• Human

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