Tais Dinhoganhs

The enigmatic Tais Dinhoganhs emerges from the dusty heat-haze of The Ruby Road, her slight form adorned in clothing worn by time and travel. Those who see her first notice the desperation in her pale blue eyes, a barely veiled vulnerability that flickers like the distant mirage on the horizon. Yet within the same gaze, a sparkle of indefatigable optimism glistens, revealing an intriguing paradox.

by midjourney

She is of modest height, and a cursory glance would label her as underfed – a delicate network of collarbones peeking out from under her threadbare clothing. This unassuming facade, however, is betrayed by the surprising softness of her hands. These are hands that have not toiled in the sun or strained in labor. Their tenderness whispers of a gentler past, perhaps even a brush with nobility, triggering whispers and conjecture wherever she goes.
Tais carries the sands of the Ruby Road with her, embedded in the fabrics of her well-worn garments, yet this wilderness is juxtaposed with a meticulous personal grooming. Her raven-black hair, always impeccably combed and cared for, frames a face that carries the stories of her mysterious travels. She seems to have an uncanny ability to maintain a sense of personal care and dignity, irrespective of the hardships she faces.
Sabellis City, heart of Draksineon, is a regular destination for Tais. She comes and goes with the rhythm of the caravans, her arrival as eagerly anticipated as the exotic goods they carry. Her business in the city revolves around the Bosso Brothers Trade Emporium, where she regularly engages with the proprietors, Kyeskhegb & Ozhnong Bosso. The details of her dealings remain a closely guarded secret, adding another layer to her enigmatic persona.
By night, Tais frequents The Golden Cup, a popular hub for travellers and locals alike. Though she is not a notable figure in traditional terms, her presence leaves an indelible mark on those around her. Her story, or rather the lack thereof, is as intoxicating as the strongest brew served at the tavern. In her, the people see a riddle to be solved, a melody lingering long after the song has ended. A sense of intrigue surrounds her, and whispers about the 'Nomad of the Ruby Road' echo in the cobblestone streets long after she has moved on.