Medrash Ash-Wrench is a compact, sinewy Chromavaft woman with a body that seems forged from layered mineral glass and warm stone. Her skin constantly shifts in narrow bands of charcoal, copper, and oil-slick violet, as if light is trying to remember how to rest on her. Along her forearms and throat, hairline seams glow faintly like banked coals when she is excited or angry. She moves with a mechanic's economy, each step measured and precise, yet there is a surprising softness to her hands, which are callused but careful. Her most startling feature is a cracked porcelain left eye plate, delicate and antique-looking, that contrasts with the rest of her body like a treasured relic rather than an injury. When she smiles, it is usually at the wrong moment, which makes her seem both unsettling and oddly kind.