My twin brother and I were entering the army to fight for the Alfar when I panicked. I couldn't. I'm not a fighter. I came to Ysa instead. I'm not proud of running, but I'm much more useful here, as an unofficial ambassador of sorts. Not everyone's a fighter.
“If you're looking to buy armor, I'm the only one in Felltown who's authorized to sell it. I'm Gwenna Hand, but my customers call me Gwen. I don't have many weapons to offer o account of the Peace Edict, but there's still a selection to pick through. Have at it.”
“The Fae didn't have laws - at least not official ones - until we arrived. Now they insist that those of us who live in Ysa must keep its peace. No weapons. You must be one of the special exemptions. Let me guess, Ambassador? Scholia Arcana? It could be anything.”
— when asked about the Peace Edict.
“Being here isn't good for business, that's for sure. I see the same damn twenty faces every day. But it's an honor for Brit and I to be here. Make no mistake about that.”