Lorra Backlane

A young girl with scuffed brown hair and skinny legs, she can't be more than a year into her teens.  Hollows have formed under her big brown eyes, and she seems to tremble as if cold.  Tattered jeans and a dirty t-shirt that hangs over her bony shoulders serve as a hint she may have come from somewhere where the universe made sense, but it's a far cry from the scared little thing she's become in this place.  

Frightened and skittish.  The dog leash and collar is the only thing she seems to care about after her life.

A dog's leash, still hitched to the collar.  The leash is about five feet long, with a faded dog bone pattern marching up and down the weave.  The collar is one of simple leather with three tags, although they're too worn to determine what they once said.

Unknown.