Anatoya Velas is an elegant wood elf woman with the weathered grace of someone who has slept beneath too many bridges and still expects clean table manners. She stands very still when others fidget, occupying more space through attention than posture. Her long, narrow jaw gives her smile a faintly predatory cast, while one slightly prominent lower canine shows whenever she speaks quickly or laughs. Her hands are ink-stained at the fingertips, though the rest of her is kept with almost ceremonial care. She moves like a person crossing a crowded room without touching anyone, turning her shoulders before her feet and tracking every doorway before acknowledging the people near it. The unexpected softness is in her hands, which are broad-palmed and rough from years of repairing harnesses, folding tents, and binding ledgers.