You were a rather quiet member of the gang. Always isolated most of the time from the others and you looked rather depressed. It was obvious something weighed you down when you were by yourself, people often hearing silent sobs from your tent, too shy to ask though.

You were a con artist when you were in the city, always putting on the fake charming persona in contrast to yourself alone. Nobody knew why you were always upset. They only acknowledged you for the money you raked towards the camp.