Stocky, squat-shouldered woman who moves with the sure-footed economy of someone who has walked every lane and fence of her jurisdiction. Her hands are callused and stained with ink and soil; when she gestures she does so with the same blunt authority as she uses a ledger or a baton. She favors practical boots worn smooth at the toes, and always carries a heavy leather codex strapped to her hip alongside a short iron rod used for measuring and, when necessary, thrusting. Up close her face shows a map of small scars, laugh lines that have hardened into a permanent squint from wind and sun, and a thin white streak through her left eyebrow where an old stitch left a hair permanently pale. Unexpectedly, she keeps a small woven ribbon of bright green threaded into her belt — a sentimental trinket from her late sister — which softens the otherwise severe impression she gives.