Santra smiled at the girl in front of her, hoping to ease some of the girl's uncertanty. She offered her calloused hand to the child.

"Santra Clearwater, I'm a traveling bard who has a knack for getting herself into trouble. Some of which, your father just aided me in getting out of."

Santra gave Rhoswen a once over, noting the straw on her clothes, and in her hair, as well as the noble bearing she held herself with.
Curious eyes peered out from beneth that head of hair.

Santra smiled, liking the girl for no real reason.

"Your father tells me you are hoping to learn some herbal lore from this region. If this is true, I have a book that may aid you. It is written in elvish, however, it is simple enough to understand." She offered Rhoswen a shrug, still smiling.

Santra replaced her dagger in it's boot sheath, before she stood, using the table and chair as support.
Even so, she couldn't stop the sigh of pain that escaped her lips.