Belyn is a towering goliath woman with the dense, athletic build of someone who has spent half her life hauling ropes, bracing sledges, and fighting uphill. Her pale grey skin is crossed by rugged white frost-tattoos that resemble cracked ice spreading from her shoulders to her wrists. The markings seem almost luminous during blizzards. She moves with startling energy for someone so large, pacing while she talks and gesturing with her entire body. Her face is broad and weather-chapped, with a flattened nose, a split lower lip, and one chipped lower tusk-like tooth. Unexpectedly, her hands are delicate and meticulously clean, with tiny brass tally marks painted across her fingernails. She leaves people with the impression of a thunderstorm wearing a trade clerk's coat.