Seshka Vost is a bronze-skinned young woman with a long, intelligent face, dark freckles scattered across her nose and cheekbones, and luminous amber eyes flecked with gold. Her gaze is constantly angled toward the nearest exit, even while she appears to be listening. Brown hair with auburn highlights falls in a thick side braid threaded with tiny coral beads, while sleepless wisps cling to her temples. She is slim and finely made, with a careful aristocratic posture that repeatedly breaks into the alert balance of someone prepared to run. Her hands are unusually distinctive: the fingertips are stained blue-black with ink, but the palms are roughened by reins, climbing rope, and long travel. She moves with quiet precision, favoring her left side when turning, as if every room contains an unseen current. The contradictory impression she leaves is of a sheltered noblewoman who looks most at home in mud, rain, and a crowded roadside inn.