Solimbryn is stunning in a way both unsettling and enchanting. Her skin gleams like burnished bronze, seemingly unmarked by wrinkles or toil. Long, jewel-toned hair (dyed in vibrant magenta stripes over black) is braided with silver chains, and a constant faint shimmer clings to her (a magical perfume she crafts and wears). Though short and broad as any dwarf, she glides with feline grace, her movement fluid and disarmingly sensuous. Unexpectedly, one of her hands is adorned with a battered old smith’s ring, black with soot—a clear relic from a different life.