Belindra is a stout, round-faced halfling with the weathered skin of a career traveler. She has a deceptive strength to her frame, carrying her heavy merchant's pack with ease. Her movement is bird-like: quick, twitchy, and punctuated by sudden stops to inspect small details. While her hands are calloused from labor, her obsidian-glass prosthetic left pinky finger always remains pristine and gives off a faint scent of ozone. She leaves an impression of intense alertness, as if she is constantly measuring the literal and figurative weight of everything she sees.