Vespera is a vision of cold elegance amidst the grime of Lower Highwater. Her skin is the deep indigo of a midnight sky, contrasted by eyes that shimmer like molten silver without pupils. Her horns are obsidian black, polished to a mirror sheen and wrapped in delicate gold filigree that tinkles as she moves. She moves with a predatory grace, her footsteps entirely silent despite the heavy floorboards of her establishment. Her presence is imposing, smelling faintly of expensive saffron and dry cloves, but her hands are surprisingly rough and calloused, a testament to her past life handling crates on the docks.