Member of the Prowlers of the Thieves' Guild
Occupation: Trader. Certainly not thief. Thieves are tossed into the desert.
Nationality: Native of Al'Ybi
Citizenship: none as yet
Gender: Female
As quiet and unassuming as a breeze across the desert at night, this slender woman moves with a grace that might be considered an affectation were it not for the instinctive modesty reflected in her bearing and attire. Her coffee-brown eyes are often downcast, hidden by her eyelashes, and while there is an irrepressible curiosity and interest in her gaze, it never seems to settle for long on any one place. Her skin is a warm tone, light by desert standards, dark by those of Ankh-Morpork, and her long dark curls hang almost to her waist.
The story Faridah gives of her history varies slightly from person to person, however, some elements seem to be consistent. She was born in Al'Ybi, a small trading town north of Djelibeybi whose inhabitants are renowned for their conveniently fluid understanding of both property and truth. The flowing cadence of her accent, one peculiar to Al'Ybi, seems to support this. At some point she indentured herself to one of the wealthier Upper Djelian families as a water carrier, though her age at the time, the name of the family, and the length of her service varies slightly with each audience. At the present time, she is most often seen around Ankh-Morpork and Djelibeybi. If asked, she says she makes her living trading goods between the two cities.
There is little in her words or bearing that hint at her motives. An observant watcher might note that the religious pendant she wears marks her as a follower of Fish, in his guise of the Hunter, and that encircling it, in flowing Djelian script, are the words: "I against my brother, I and my brother against our cousin, I, my brother and our cousin against the neighbours, and all of us against the foreigner."
She doesn't talk much about them.