A weak potential, this world. Low technology, low habitability, at best some mediocre magic. Nonetheless, a Thorn must be sent.
This one is blond and tall. She carries her spellbook in the tattoos on both her arms. Her eyes shine in the dark with night-vision mods. Her skeleton is strengthened, her muscles densely packed. She carries a pack full of survival gear and gold.
She snaps a Chron for time when she needs it, and steps through the door.