Elara moves with a stiff, heavy-set grace that speaks of decades in plate armor. Her presence is a mix of metallic coldness and worn leather. She has a broad, square jaw and a nose that has clearly been broken more than once. Her salt-and-pepper hair is pulled back into a bun so tight it seems to pull her eyebrows upward, giving her a perpetual look of severe focus. While her gear is tattered and covered in road-dust, her sword edge is kept polished to a mirror-like finish. Unexpectedly, she carries a small, pristine porcelain bell tied to her sword hilt, though its clapper has been removed to keep it silent.