Tereza is a wiry, hunched figure, standing just over five feet, her spine curved from years spent bending over cauldrons and scrolls. Her ash-gray skin is rough and pitted like old bark, but unexpectedly radiant in the right candlelight, glimmering with faint motes of blue and green. Her hair, tangled and streaked with both jet black and shocking silver, is crowned by a crown of half-withered thyme. Although she moves with a shuffling gait, her eyes dart sharply about, and her hands are surprisingly fast and nimble, moving like spiders across her spellbook. The scent that clings to her is equal parts rosewater and burnt cedar. Faint, shimmering runes are tattooed beneath her jaw and on the sides of her thumbs.