The Dawn Isles
She wears a black cardigan hangs over a wine-red shirt, and over that a thin scarf that seems to shimmer in every single color. Two pink-ish devilhorns curl from her forehead and back over her short brown hair. Piercing blue eyes stare straight at you through small glasses with no rim. A pink tail sways behind her, an intricate gold band around the tip.
She gets plenty of cotton and silk from Primrose, but needs to import wool from the Southern Cliffs.. She’s missing a shipment, so she asked the Diamond Dogs to venture out and find it.