A slender, wiry young tiefling woman stands with playful upright poise, her head cocked as if every conversation is a private joke. Her slate-grey skin carries a muted purple undertone and a faint powdery texture around the knuckles, like soot that never quite washes away. Her large blood-red eyes are flecked with copper and reflect firelight in sharp pinpricks. Two very short black horns rise from her forehead, more like polished black pebbles than grand infernal antlers. She has a narrow elegant face, red lips, blushed cheeks, tiny white fangs, and pointed catlike ears that swivel toward every sound. Her black hair is cropped close at the sides, with uneven wisps falling over the crown. She moves lightly and deliberately, never quite standing where people expect her to be. The contradictory impression she leaves is of someone physically delicate but difficult to unsettle, like a paper lantern with a stone hidden inside it.