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Talia was a delicate baby, born to a groom in the stables of Bastion. She hardly cried even on entering the world, a weakness of the lungs that saw her sheltered indoors growing up. The kindness of the Graysons extended to their servants. Her brother, Tristan, was a shadow in the stables and a close companion to the crown prince. Stuck inside, she could only watch, but she was given a place in the castle to learn, her lessons ever practical and her education focused on things that would server her well towards finding a path in life. Needlework, embroidery, this is what she was taught. She was fine at it, just perfectly adequate for the purpose of creating clothing for those in Bastion. Yet, not quite three years ago, the young woman blossomed into her craft. Suddenly, she was churning out amazing designs, sought after by the nobles near and wide. It is this demand that has seen a patron sponsor her journey to Arx to find her place in the city of the court.

Slight in stature, with delicate limbs and soft curves, Talia does not make for an impressive figure. Her hair is a muddy brown, the hints of auburn to it holding a shine of color that redeems it as it falls in often messy curls. The lines of her face are as soft, heart-shaped with a cupid's bow of lips and a button nose. Wide, almond eyes are a forest green, framed with gently sloped brows. The only elegant thing about this woman is her long, nimble fingers, hardened by a needle.

Talia tends to be quiet and reserved, demure in most cases and respectful of nobility and her elders. She is thoughtful and easily distracted, often missing things that happen around her for her own internal monologue. She is very artistic, prone to sketching when she isn't sewing. To those that know her well, she can be insightful and observant, with a wry humor that never runs mean.