I’m Lee, babysitter of Tamar sia Mandavvi. She can usually be spotted by the height, the ubiquitous blue trader cloak, or the daggers she’s glaring at any Fjell in the room her tendency to steal birds. Actually, lets ignore the bit about the birds. Tamar is an Enver trader from a rather prominent family. She’s also something of a schemer, though mostly one with kind intentions.
They may have become more familiar recently due to the clan’s relocation to Enver and Tamar’s amplified attention on the Feoìr.
Some potential meeting points for the two: • Past 10 years*: While there’s only a small chance she and Tro crossed paths directly in the past, they may still know each other in reference. In Tro’s case, as “one of the unnecessarily loud city folk bargaining over pelts”; in Tamar’s, “tall dude responsible for said pelts”. • City Guards: Tamar has an older sister among the guards, so it’s possible she’d trip over Tro when bugging her sibling. And Tamar? Bugs her siblings frequently. • Feoìr: Tamar’s currently part of Cial’s expedition and is working on strengthening ties with the Feoìr. This translates into a lot of hanging around the Feoìr quarters being irrepressibly sociable. And maybe some light stalking. • Fight! Fight! Fight!: ...because, hey, tensions in the city are high and Tamar’s temper doesn’t encourage tranquility. A newly minted city guard having to fish her out of a brawl is not impossible. Just watch your fingers, she's a biter.
*Prior to the past decade, “Tamar” didn’t exist. But there was a Skógur survivor with an uncanny resemblance…shhhhhh.