Seshra is a lean, sharp-faced dusk elf with long limbs and the careful balance of someone accustomed to walking rooftops. Her movements are quiet but never graceful in the expected way. She turns corners too tightly, pauses at odd angles, and sometimes stands perfectly still while one finger continues tapping an unheard rhythm. Her skin has the muted brown-gray tone of wet river clay, with a faint silver sheen around the knuckles. Her hair is black, coarse, and braided with scraps of red thread, copper wire, and tiny folded paper charms. She smiles readily when speaking to strangers, yet her eyes remain watchful and tired. The contradictory impression she leaves is that of a harmless street musician who somehow makes every room feel as if it has acquired a locked door.