Illarien is a small tiefling girl with violet skin that looks almost polished in lamplight, as if someone rubbed it with oil and moon dust. Her hair is the same bright green as Thiara's, but hers is usually tied with scraps of red thread into uneven little tails that stick out like leaf shoots after rain. She moves with a quick, careful bounce, never quite standing still, yet she has the odd habit of folding her hands primly when she is offended, making her seem far older than she is. Her horns are short and smooth, one chipped at the tip, and her smile is unexpectedly solemn, as though she is always listening for a secret just beneath the floorboards.