Je suis juste un peu perdu, désolé si je envahis vos... arbres...
Asha a étudié la misérable figure devant elle et a fait un pas en arrière, abaissant légèrement son arc. Bonjour Alarand, le froid et misérable. Je suis Asha'ren le Soufflé et affamé, souverain de rien. Seul un imbécile revendiquerait la propriété de terres aussi misérables que la côte de la tempête, tout comme seuls des imbéciles essaieraient de l'envahir. Puis, soudain, elle se tourna et perdit son arc, souriant avec tristesse quand elle l'entendit se connecter.
Asha sourit, marchait et ramassait le lapin qu'elle venait de tirer, le tenant pour le voir. J'ai un feu dans une grotte non loin d'ici qui vous donnera une chance de sécher un peu. Et expliquez où vous allez, je pourrai peut-être vous aider sur votre chemin. Bien que je ne revendique pas la propriété de la côte, je la connais très bien et j'ai une certaine expérience comme guide. » Asha sourit, ses yeux gris pétillants. "Tu as peut-être froid et misérable Alarand, mais tu as aussi de la chance que je sois venu sur toi."
Name: Asha’ren (Asha or Ash)
Age: 31
Gender: F
Race: Elf-blooded
Nationality: Born in Kirkwall in the Free-Marches
Group Affiliation: none
Occupation: Guide-Though she started out as a petty thief and card-sharp, she’s found that life after the incident at the conclave her skills are much better used to help navigate civilians through the perilous wilderness, for a decent sum of course.
Appearance: Asha has auburn hair and piercing grey eyes that are always taking in the world around her. She’s a master at gathering information, whether it’s by making contacts within a city or tracking dinner through the forest. Though she has the build of her human mother, tall and solid, her facial features and ears reveal her elven father’s heritage.



Equipment/Weapons: Asha carries a well made bow and a couple mismatched daggers. She typically wears leather leggings, knee high boots and some combination of a vest and blouse combo with some bracers over her sleeves to protect the fabric from the bowstring. A brown wool cloak trimmed with fur from animals she’s hunted since leaving the city tops off her ensemble. She carries a small satchel that she wears slung across her body and that contains all she owns in the world, a doll her mother made her, a few necessary survival tools, bits of food and a map of the area she’d managed to lift off a merchant.
Bio: 
Asha’ren was born to a Low-Town merchant and her elven husband who hailed from Kirkwall’s alienage. As she grew up she helped in her mother’s shop until her mother got sick and perished. Her father wasted away, mourning for his lost love. Several years after her mother died, her father followed, leaving her in charge of the small shop. Though she tried her best to maintain the business, other merchants pushed her out and she eventually had to close shop. After her business failed Asha tried to stay with her father’s family in the alienage but they turned her away, telling her that having someone of her blood around would put the rest of them in danger. As a parting gift, Asha’s grandmother gave her a gorgeous bow and a quiver of arrows to protect herself.
Heartbroken and homeless, Asha spent some time in the Hanged Man winning enough at cards to buy some food and a dry place to sleep for a week or so before being kicked out. She stole a couple daggers and some gold on her way out, fleeing to the docks and stowed away onto a cargo ship. As her luck would have it, she was discovered as the ship was just hitting the Storm Coast. She was unceremoniously dumped overboard and by some miracle managed to keep her things with her. She swam to shore and has been lurking around the Storm Coast ever since, hunting for food and scavenging goods that washed up. Occasionally she’ll act as guide to travelers who weren’t prepared for the perils of the coast. She has created a little camp and makes a tidy enough living to keep herself in warm clothes and good ale. She’ll occasionally foray into the city to sell the things she’s found but has become accustomed to the solitude she finds out on the coast.