yet gallan and raddias peace was short-lived , for as the woman approached they both recognized her : it was tulanda , though in such a state of dishevelment it looked as though shed been to a cesspool-world of touch and back : her face was smeared with dark brown dirt ( a sure sign of the miasmal mists ; luriens soil was pale yellow ) , thorny twigs and dead blackened leaves were entangled in her matted white hair , and her left foot was bare , focring her to hobble on her right leg although her skin grazing the grass should be the least of her concerns .