A tall, lithe Tabaxi woman with glossy, obsidian-flecked tawny fur that seems to pick up lamplight the way silk picks up the sun. She moves like a slow, deliberate cat when entertaining guests but becomes a coiled spring when business demands it. Her head is usually tilted beneath a half-mask rimmed with small moonstones that catch moonlight and gossip alike. The mask hides a precise left-side scar that starts at the brow and vanishes beneath the cheek fur. Her robe is layered velvet and satin in deep lapis and wine colors, embroidered with tiny silver moons; the inner lining is an unexpected patchwork of colourful silks and children's drawings saved from long-ago customers. She wears ankle bells that jingle only when she wants them to, and her fingers are ringed with delicate chains and signet rings that suggest old debts and older favors.