Varisia

Savah Bevaniky is a tall, broad-shouldered woman with an athletic build, showing the strength gained from years of working with weapons and armor. Her tanned skin carries the occasional burn mark or callus, a testament to her time spent around forges and metalworking. Her dark brown hair is kept tied back in a braid or ponytail, always practical and out of the way. She has keen hazel eyes that constantly assess quality and craftsmanship, and her face bears a strong, angular jawline that gives her a naturally stern but composed expression. She dresses in sturdy, functional clothing, often wearing a leather apron over a simple tunic and fitted trousers, favoring practical boots over anything decorative. A small smithing hammer hangs from her belt, more a symbol of her trade than a weapon, and she carries herself with the confidence of someone who knows the value of steel and those who wield it.

Savah Bevaniky is sharp, confident, and no-nonsense, running her armory with the discipline of a seasoned merchant and the eye of a master craftswoman. She values quality above all else, refusing to sell subpar weapons or armor, and she has zero patience for haggling—if you don’t respect the price, you don’t deserve the steel. Though she’s not a warrior, she understands weapons better than most who wield them, and she speaks with practical authority when advising customers. While she can be blunt and intimidating, those who appreciate fine craftsmanship find her to be fair and professional. She has a dry wit and respects those who carry themselves with confidence, but she has little time for braggarts, cheapskates, or fools who don’t know which end of a sword to hold.

Savah Bevaniky built her reputation in Sandpoint by offering top-tier weaponry and armor, ensuring that every adventurer and guard in town had access to quality steel. She has a deep appreciation for fine craftsmanship, going out of her way to stock exotic and masterwork weapons, even if they don’t sell quickly. Among her more unique items is a +1 repeating crossbow named “Vansaya”, a finely crafted piece with a darkwood and ivory stock. She purchased it from an adventurer heading to Riddleport a year ago but has never uncovered the meaning of its name. The weapon’s high price and intricate design have made it more of a shop centerpiece than a sale item, though she refuses to lower its price, confident that the right buyer will come along—or that she’ll one day unravel its mystery herself.