Brígh Clychpr is a wiry, weather-browned halfling woman with broad hands, narrow shoulders, and the deceptively delicate balance of a dancer crossing a rain-slick roof. Her black hair is shaved close over one ear and braided into a thick cord over the other, threaded with copper washers that click softly when she moves. Her skin bears a permanent constellation of pale burn marks across her left palm and wrist. She smiles with one slightly crooked front tooth, yet her eyes remain watchful even when she laughs. She walks with a loose, almost comic sway, as if perpetually keeping time with music no one else can hear. The unexpected thing about her is her stillness: when grief or anger takes her, she can become utterly motionless, like a small statue left in an abandoned shrine.