Sable Emberquill is a lean tiefling woman who moves like she is always slipping between beats in a song no one else can hear. Her skin is the color of warm ash after a fire has nearly died, yet along her collarbones and wrists glow faint brass seams like someone once repaired her with clockwork. Her horns are swept back in two elegant, tapering ridges that have been capped with black lacquer and tiny silver screws. She wears layered infiltrator's leathers under a soot-gray coat lined with hidden pockets, but the coat is embroidered with cheerful little stitched flowers that look absurdly innocent next to the lockpicks, blades, and sabotage tools tucked within. One of her hands is gloved in pale silk while the other is bare, scarred, and ringed with solder burns.