Her slightly pointed ears may reveal some measure of elven blood, but less noticeable are the Timbalan Marks upon her skin; indelible proof of her direct descent from the Kings of Ancient Timbala.
However, boasting this illustrious parentage is not enough for Paru-- she will look upon her kingdom with her two eyes, and tread upon its streets with her two feet!
Two drunken fishermen claim to have seen a mystery lady sail in from the empty horizon, her discarded boat old and of strange make. Survivor of a wreck, some thought, though none was found to have happened. A booze-sodden dream, others assumed.
As for the strangely-dressed woman wandering the markets and mumbling to herself, most assumed she was but a daft local, and the stick at her back was sure to be just that...
Paru came across this young moglin in a market alley by the fisheries, peddling knitted samples of outstanding quality at laughable prices. Watching the skill and speed with which he produced his wares, Paru began to suspect he was the famed "Koniesh Master", whose creations were highly prized among the wealthy... but why would a famed weaver of this caliber be sitting on the ground of a harbor market, among farm animals and unwashed hobos?