A tallish woman, fair in complexion, with white hair with black highlights, someone who anyone who was anyone had an idea of. Her name wasn’t as common as others may have thought it to be, but her image was certainly known. Some of it out of notoriety, much of it out of admiration. Less so admiration for her own self, but rather that of her father, a man whom many merchants had come to idolize and even go so far as to revere. A man of the people, his image was well-known, much like that of his daughter, a young girl whom many believed would end up following in his footsteps.
It was the expectation that many had, that many still have. The man was one such example of them. He had anticipated great things coming out of this woman, whether it were in the near or distant future, but he expected much.
To see her show up within his store, a rough business that was known for trading information to the highest bidder, something that at times was looked at negatively and coldly, but something that was as much a requirement for the more underground businesses that frequented throughout Fiore, Hosenka included. Her arrival was not something anticipated. It also happened to produce more questions than it did answers.
303/1750 (-20% Censor of Dragon's Blood, -10% Zera'thul)