Short and solid as a keg, she moves with the sure-footed deliberate cadence of a stoneworker who keeps rhythm to an old tune. Her beard is braided into two thick ropes adorned with tiny copper brewing charms and a single elf-silver bead shaped like a hop cone. Her skin is freckled along the nose and cheeks from years of steam and malt. She wears a stained leather apron with burn marks and faint sigils learned from gnomish distillers. When she laughs her eyes crinkle and a faint mist sometimes blooms from her mouth like a warm sigh. Unexpectedly, one of her fingers is tapered and slender with slight calluses, showing surprising dexterity that contrasts with her broad, hammer-hardened hands.