Elara possesses skin the color of damp, sun-scorched ochre with the texture of old vellum. Her most striking feature is her horns; she has filed them down into smooth, rounded grey nubs that barely peek through her messy, raven-black hair. She carries herself with a heavy, purposeful gait that suggests she is always walking through thick mud, yet she moves without making a sound. Contradicting her rugged environment and the perpetual grime of Hollmen, she radiates a potent and expensive scent of dried lavender and rosemary.

Elara is a woman of calculated warmth; she is exceptionally friendly to those who spend coin but treats her regular patrons with a cutting, maternal cynicism. She often uses gossip as a currency, offering secrets to the downtrodden while hoarding the truly valuable information for those she deems 'investments.' While she claims to hate the isolation of Hollmen, she possesses a strange, protective loyalty to the muddy ground of the settlement that borders on religious fervor.

Once an aspiring apothecary and low-level information broker in a far-off metropolitan sprawl, Elara fled into the forgotten lands after a botched deal left her with a slit throat and a bounty on her head. She stumbled upon the site of Hollmen during a blinding silt storm, discovering that the 'The Last Gasp' tavern actually sat atop a series of ancient, breathable vents. She single-handedly built the tavern using ruins from the surrounding wasteland. She now acts as the town's unofficial gatekeeper, keeping a watchful eye on the monster in the mists while plotting her own eventual dominance of the area's subterranean secrets.