I'm not sure I ought to be posting her entire description, but I have an old file with it recorded, which I held on to intending to translate the two lines of Latin in it. Anyway, here's what you'd have seen in the room when she was there, and her gear that day in the Inn nearly six years ago.

Some poetry is scribbled on the wall here.


I always loved that, and now her equipment:


Poetry is in perfect health.

Poetry is using:
<worn about body> a black instrument case
<wielded> the Poet's Quill
<held> (Humming) an elegant lap-harp
<tattooed> a tattoo of a harp