Contrasting the halfling another Pharasmin enters. This one though eschews the gothic black of her peers, matching her holy symbol in heavy plate armor dyed a irridescent blue with bone trim. Rather slight for a dwarf, she carries a scythe with matching ferrules. Though she also smiles, it seems off, as if it was forced on to disguise trauma.
"And I'm Grynn." she hissed while staring intensely. Though she didn't seem out of breath, she had a strange pattern of taking a new breath during each sentence. "I work for Pharasma. To kill the undead."