Kylie

ometimes a body new to Sigil needs to pick up chant that’s just too obvious, too fleeting, or too dangerous to be scratched into print. What's more, most Clueless

sods fresh from the Prime Material Plane could use a good guide to steer ‘em through the breathing morass of the Cage. And now and then a berk needs to be led to the right high-up, shown way to open closed doors, or introduced to his next date or meal (or both). There’re plenty

of touts who'll provide these services and more for a copper or six, but folks in the

know say the most talented and trustworthy

tout in the Cage — if there is such a thing as a trustworthy tout — is a whip-smart tiefling known only as Kylie.

Finding Kylie ain't a problem. She's on a firstname basis with practically everyone in town, from the drunkest beggar to the straightest judge. That's what makes her good at what she does. But chances are Kylie — or one of her growing crowd — will find a sod first. The tie!

ling makes it her business to know when folks are

in need of her services, even if they didn't know it themselves.

Though small-boned and svelte, Kylie's a commanding presence on the streets of the Cage. Her kinky, flame-red hair's pulled into a

high ponytail that mushrooms out over her head.

This shock of scarlet, coupled with her pale skin, stands out sharply against the blue-black leather that tightly hugs most of her sinewy body. Her tiny, oval face

is dominated by large blue eyes. A white scar accents her left brow, which is pierced by a slender gold hoop. Fact is, though tiefling, Kylie's appearance is completely human — except, of course, for the long, leather-wrapped tail that seems to lurk quietly behind her. A pointed pike head covers

its tip, and even when still, her tail can spring forward and strike in the blink of a mephit's eye. More than a few gullible sods've found her tail to be a surprise of one sort or another.