Tsak Vlos
Tsak had a hell of a time sleeping at all. The fairy sat on the ledge of the bridge, doodling a bit before focusing her pen on the frowning stone. After a bit, Tsak would slowly drift down, laying on the ground with her head on her pack and fall asleep.
Once awake, Tsak would rub her eyes, gripping about her stiff back. She was already missing her tent and cot. After a bit and without word, she would gather herself, dusting the dirt and grass off of her before turning to her daily routine. She hit a breakthrough, She was sure of it! And if her intuition was correct, she might have finally been able to craft some real Arcane Tattoos. While designs and formulas were in mind, the Fey would return to the ledge of the bridge and draw them out.