A compact brass-scaled dragonborn woman with a dancer's balance and a dockworker's hands. Her scales are warm ochre near the face and darken to tarnished bronze along her shoulders, each one carrying fine scratches from years of hauling instruments through ruined streets. A narrow horn on the left side of her brow is broken halfway down and capped with a silver thimble. Her movements are usually quick, precise, and rhythmic, but when frightened she becomes unnervingly still, as if waiting for the world to finish making noise. She leaves behind the impression of a campfire heard through a closed door: welcoming, distant, and impossible to ignore. The unexpected contradiction is her delicate, almost scholarly spectacles, which constantly slide down her broad snout during performances.