Sella Underbough is a small, quick-moving halfling woman with the look of someone who has spent years standing too close to trouble and learning how to lean away from it at the last instant. Her skin is warm olive with a faint dusting of pale freckles across her nose and knuckles, like someone once splashed her with river foam and never quite washed it off. Her dark hair is cut unevenly at jaw length, usually shoved behind one ear with a bone comb, but one stubborn silver lock always escapes and hangs over her cheek like a warning sign. She wears a soot-gray coat lined with hidden pockets and mended cuffs, but beneath it she keeps a bright tournament sash from a champion she once accused of cheating. The sash is carefully pressed and clean, a contradictory splash of pride against her otherwise frayed, nervous look. She moves with a sidewinding, crab-quick gait that makes her seem half-ready to flee and half-ready to pounce, and her expression often settles into a polite smile that never quite reaches her watchful, tired eyes.