In the shadows. watching. You wouldn't notice her at first or second glance, but that's the point. 

Eternal sentinel. 

Watcher. 

Witness. 

Overlooked like an innocent bystander. She was the one who screamed first from the crowd. 

Silent, but causing distractions, making guards look the wrong way as heroes sneak past.

The screaming baby in her arms asking for help whilst her light fingers stole your purse. 

The one who, after the death of her friends called them martyrs. Speaking of rekindling hope.

The whisper on the wind, bated breath.

The storyteller...

The truth...

to anyone...

everyone...

can you hear her?

Strumming the strings of her lute, she entrances the crowded tavern. She casts spells upon others, using only her voice and sheer charisma. She smiles, regaling them with tales of brave knights and fearsome dragons, or beautiful maidens with flowing golden hair. Someone tosses a coin at her, and it lands near her dancing feet with a metallic clang. She nods in appreciation, but never misses a note or bar in her song. The bard continues this way until closing time, before rejoining the others in her band of thieves. Leaving satisfied that her pockets are heavy with jangling coins.