Kesh is a narrow, severe woman whose movements are too economical to seem entirely human. She has the long, fine-boned face and delicate horn buds of a tiefling, but her left cheek is covered by a translucent patch of skin beneath which tiny gold veins pulse like trapped lightning. Her hair hangs in a dense black braid that appears wet even when dry, and the braid slowly uncoils whenever she is angry. She walks with a slight forward lean, as if listening to something beneath the floor. Her hands are stained to the wrists with permanent blue-black ink, yet her fingernails are meticulously polished with pearl dust. The unexpected softness in her appearance comes from a small pink ribbon tied around one horn, a keepsake from a child she once rescued and later abandoned.