The world's largest dungeon

[Ichneumon]

The female gnome looks frightened, but brave. Her cloak is dirty and her hair is full of sand, but it doesn't make her look any less attractive. She walks to the others. Her eyes are fixed on the half-orc. She smiles, looks away. Giggles. Tries to hide her condescending smile.

She re-focusses, looking at the entire group. Suddenly her looks seem to have changed and she speaks with a clear impressive hard voice:

Greetings, my name is Septima Silverwing. I've studied at the great ancient libraries of (insert neat gnomish name). I think I've been walking in circles. I think I should join your group.

She smiles confidently, she is in control, or so she thinks.