Aderoa is a young human woman with bronze skin, clear youthful features, and watchful dark hazel eyes flecked with amber. Her black hair is divided into many narrow braids tied with russet thread, each braid clicking softly against the others when she turns her head. She stands upright and compact, always balanced slightly forward as if prepared to place herself between danger and someone smaller. Her hands are callused from reins, sword work, and hauling wounded refugees, yet her nails are carefully kept and faintly stained with saffron dye. Within a minute of meeting her, people notice her teeth: one upper incisor is capped in dull silver, not from vanity but as a childhood family custom meant to mark a house heir. She smiles rarely, but when she does, the silver tooth makes the expression unexpectedly mischievous. Her calm severity is contradicted by the faintly ridiculous softness of her favorite wool socks, which show above her boots whenever she sits.