Her skin had a healthy, sun-kissed tan, and her neck and arms were defined with the lean muscles that come from hard labor.
With her deep-set eyes and raven-black hair, she was the sort of girl who could easily lead a bored village boy astray. She was on the cusp of womanhood, a fact marred only by the fresh bruise on her chin from Eric's blow.
To appear in a place like this at a time like this, she was undoubtedly a Corpse Raider, someone who scavenged battlefields for any valuables left behind when the fighting was over.
Her clothes were a clear mismatch. They were predominantly Arabian in style, but there were also Greek and Armenian garments mixed in. Of course, there were other pieces too, but nothing matched, looking as if she had scrounged them from ruins and roadsides on her travels.
She wore a slightly oversized robe with frayed cuffs, which she had carefully rolled up to reveal her lean arms and allow for freer movement.
