Elenor is an older wood elf botanist whose presence suggests both a kindly village healer and a patient, watchful predator. Her silver-streaked dark hair is pulled into a practical braid bound with dried reed fiber, and loose strands cling to her temples when the grotto grows humid. Her warm earth-toned eyes seem almost amber in lamplight, with tiny green flecks that make them resemble wet seeds. Her hands are narrow, weathered, and permanently stained beneath the nails by black loam, blue mold, and rust-colored sap. She moves with gentle, practiced grace, never wasting a gesture, yet there is something unexpectedly martial in the way she plants each foot and keeps one shoulder angled toward the nearest exit. Her quiet, nurturing appearance is contradicted by the old iron bite guard she wears over her left forearm, a relic from years spent defending the vaults against raiders.