A youthful half-elf woman with an androgynous, finely balanced appearance stands in a three-quarter pose beneath willow-filtered daylight. Her delicately rounded cheeks soften elegant elven cheekbones, while a narrow chin and softly pointed ears give her face a quiet, watchful grace. Tiny freckles cross the bridge of her light olive nose. Her dark green eyes contain scattered amber flecks, usually half-lidded with an almost sleepy calm, yet suddenly sharp when she focuses on a speaker. Her short auburn hair is tightly braided close to the scalp, each braid ending in a different knot of colored thread that records a diplomatic promise. She moves with poised stillness, shoulders relaxed, chin slightly lifted, and head tilted as if listening to words no one else can hear. The unexpected contradiction is that her elegant hands are scarred and work-worn, with one broken fingernail permanently stained black from charcoal used to map battlefields. She leaves behind the impression of a patient courtier who might, at any moment, vanish into the trees.