Lean, hawk-faced woman whose movements are spring-quiet and precise. Her cheekbones are sharp enough to cast tiny shadows; a thin scar slices through her left eyebrow and continues as a faded pale line toward the temple. She wears a half-hooded sentinel cloak that is always slightly dust-streaked from patrols. Her right forearm is encased in a dark, burnished mechanical gauntlet of brass and tempered bone—fitted with small clockwork servos and a faintly pulsing rune glass at the wrist that glows when she interfaces with sentinel golems. She favors simple, wrapped boots and keeps the left sleeve rolled up, revealing grease-smudged knuckles. Unexpectedly, tucked inside the gauntlet is a delicate handwoven ribbon with a faded child's stitch pattern—soft and out of place against the unforgiving metal.