Mina is a round-cheeked halfling woman with a soft, welcoming face and a jaw that seems almost too sturdy for her small frame. When she laughs, her broad front teeth show first, followed by a tiny gap where one lower tooth never grew in. She moves with brisk, practiced precision, always placing her weight on the balls of her feet as if the floor might suddenly tilt. Her hands are flour-dusted, warm, and surprisingly strong. She smells of browned butter, orange peel, woodsmoke, and a faint mineral tang from the enchanted ovens beneath her shop. The unexpected contradiction is her expression: she looks perpetually cuddly and harmless, yet when someone threatens a child or insults a hungry person, her eyes become cold and managerial, like an executioner calculating portions.