Maeve Ni Callaghan is a striking woman with pale skin that seems to hold candlelight rather than merely reflect it. Her auburn hair is usually pinned into a severe scholar's knot, yet loose strands always escape as if the world itself cannot quite contain her. Her emerald eyes are keen and amused, the look of someone reading a hidden clause in a room full of liars. She stands 5'7" with the poised stillness of a judge at rest, but she moves with a lawyer's quick, deliberate precision, as though every step answers an argument only she can hear. Her white robes are immaculate and heavy with gold trim, embroidered with the upright staff wrapped in three cords, though the hem is always faintly ink-stained. The contradiction is disarming: the most ceremonious woman in the chamber often wears a pair of practical, scuffed boots beneath her robes, as if she expects to chase witnesses down a corridor at any moment.