Tall, poised, and surgical in appearance. Lady Keres Valmor moves with the slow, deliberate economy of someone who measures each breath. Her skin is pale like vellum, marked at the temples with faint crimson veins that appear when she speaks liturgy. She wears a tightly tailored coat of oiled black silk that gleams like a wet raven and a collar of blood-stitched leather that fits like a second throat. Around her left wrist she carries a narrow, crimson-washed ribbon threaded with tiny iron shard beads. Contradiction: she favors an extravagant pair of polished brass spectacles that catch candlelight and make her seem at once scholarly and oddly vain.