A youthful dragonborn woman with polished black scales that catch light like oiled stone. Her scales are not uniformly dark: the larger plates along her shoulders and jaw carry subtle green undertones, like tarnished bronze beneath soot. She moves with careful economy, placing each clawed foot as if crossing a polished floor, yet she takes up more space than she seems to realize. People unconsciously step aside when she turns. Her robes smell faintly of cedar smoke, horse leather, and expensive citrus oil, a combination she insists is dignified and does not notice has become unmistakably hers. Her expression is usually composed, but her tail gives away every feeling, tapping sharply when she is angry and curling around chair legs when she is frightened. The unexpected detail is her hands: broad, callused, and nicked from stable work and lock repairs, entirely at odds with her courtly posture.