Bryndra stands stout and muscular, her bronze-hued skin marked by faint scars and embedded soot from years spent at forge and battle alike. Her fiery auburn hair is tightly coiled and pulled back in an intricate braid crowned with tiny steel beads shaped like hammerheads. Her prominent brow and sharp emerald eyes, bright and calculating, contrast with her usually gruff, almost brooding expression. She moves with a deliberate, almost stubborn cadence, like the steady pounding of a smith’s hammer, yet surprises with sudden agile reflexes in combat. An unusual detail: despite her battle-ready look with leather and steel armor layered heavily over her, her fingertips remain soft and well-cared-for, a contradiction hinting at a more tender skill — delicate metalwork beneath the hardness she shows the world.