A few brave or slightly crazy souls tell of a woman, one of Leringard's local singers, that had in recent months revamped her wardrobe and added a body guard to her retinue. She, who once wore neat and colorful but plain clothes as she sang her way to a dinner and a bed, now appeared in foreign silk finery. Perfumes and daily bathing (because she could apparently now afford such) brought her renewed popularity, desired attention.
What caused her transformation is unknown. Known, however, is that she took to singing edgy new songs along with her old tunes, and that within weeks after her new found glory, she was seen with a black eye and without the silk dress, refusing her previous invitations to sing at popular taverns. And without her bodyguard.
Some speculate a noble made a pass at her and she refused him. Others think that perhaps her new songs were a bit too politically charged in the wrong direction. Most think she just got mugged.
