Giselda is a broad-shouldered woman with the steady posture of a veteran. Her skin is a warm, sun-kissed bronze that stands in stark contrast to the pale, sickly complexion of most Harspire residents. Her walnut-colored hair is impressively long, woven into a singular, thick braid that hangs to her waist, heavily weighed down by dozens of interlinked iron rings. She moves with a deceptive, predatory grace, her footsteps making no sound despite her size. Her most striking feature is her constant, unblinking observation of the room, as if she is tracking invisible insects in the air. While one hand is usually busy cleaning a mug, the other remains tucked out of sight beneath the mahogany lip of her bar.