Cora moves like someone who has practiced both ballroom entry and battlefield approach. Her gait is poised and economical, as though every step has been measured. She wears a high-collared dark blue coat that glitters faintly with woven metallic thread when it catches the light. Her left cheek has a long, pale scar that runs from jaw to ear, slashed clean and never healed to concealment. Around her neck she wears a thin ribbon bearing a tiny, tarnished medallion with the city crest, tucked beneath her collar until she chooses to reveal it. When she relaxes she absentmindedly rolls a small brass token between two fingers. Unexpected element: the heavy plated vambrace on her right forearm is decorated with delicate filigree and tiny painted roses that give the piece an oddly domestic, almost sentimental look.