Vola stands with a mountain's stillness. Her skin is the color of wet river slate, etched with thin, white scars that look like lightning strikes across her muscular frame. She has a heavy jaw with two prominent lower tusks, one of which is capped in tarnished silver. Her black hair is kept in dozens of tight, intricate braids weighted with copper rings that clink softly when she moves. Her eyes are a startling, clear amber. Unexpectedly, she wears a pair of delicate, gold-rimmed spectacles perched on her broad nose when she is not in combat, used for her meticulous map-making. She moves with a deceptive, heavy grace, like a landslide waiting to happen.