Lysa Mossbark is a compact, restless gnome with the look of someone who has spent more hours in lamplight than sunlight. Her skin is the warm brown of damp peat, faintly freckled across the nose and knuckles. Her auburn hair is cropped unevenly and usually pinned back with carved bone styluses, though loose strands always escape and cling to the ink on her cheek. Her eyes are a sharp green-gold, bright and alert, like polished bottle glass. She moves in quick, precise darts, yet she pauses at thresholds as if listening to the room before entering. The last joint of her left little finger is missing, leaving the digit blunt and slightly bent, and she wears that absence like a private badge. Her shrine apron is spotless in some places and permanently ink-stained in others, a contradiction that suits her perfectly.