Kina Lanette is a blue-skinned tiefling with the polished beauty of a jeweled blade. Her skin is deep cobalt at the shoulders and fades to dusky indigo at her hands, where tiny silver sparks sometimes crawl beneath the surface like trapped minnows. Two swept-back horns rise from her brow in pale, ridged spirals, carefully oiled and wrapped at the bases with red thread. Her gold eyes have narrow vertical pupils and catch reflections before the rest of her face does. She moves with a hunter's economy, never quite standing still, yet every gesture seems deliberately posed for an audience. Her smile is bright, practiced, and unexpectedly tender when she thinks nobody is watching. The contradictory detail people remember is her hands: her nails are lacquered gold and shaped like claws, but her palms are heavily callused and nicked from years of climbing masonry, loading crossbows, and repairing her own gear. She smells faintly of rain on hot stone, expensive citrus oil, and ozone.