Zruskha is a compact dark elf woman with the dense, weathered musculature of someone who has spent decades hauling wet cargo through bad weather. She moves with a strange combination of heaviness and silence, planting each foot carefully as though the dock beneath her might shift. Her hands are broad-palmed for an elf, ridged with old rope burns, and permanently darkened around the nails by tar and brine. A pale scar runs from the corner of her mouth to her left jaw, giving her resting expression the look of a crooked smile. Her face is severe and angular, yet she wears tiny brass bells braided into one side of her hair, an unexpectedly delicate detail that chimes whenever she turns her head. She leaves an impression of controlled strength, like a mooring post that learned how to walk.