Brisca is a compact human woman with light olive skin, narrow shoulders, and the deceptively sturdy posture of someone accustomed to carrying awkward parcels through crowded streets. Her movements are economical until she becomes excited, when her hands begin sketching invisible diagrams in the air. She occupies more space than her height suggests because she leans toward every speaker as though trying to enter the conversation physically. Her black-brown hair is cut to her jaw and held back with three mismatched brass clips, each stamped with a different household crest. Her clothing is carefully mended but poorly fitted, giving her the silhouette of a child dressed in an older sibling's garments. The unexpected detail is her immaculate white gloves, which she wears even while hauling crates, picking locks, or sleeping in a stable. They are never visibly stained.