A compact, weathered figure who moves like a reed bending in wind. Skin like old oak inner bark, grime-darkened at the knuckles. Her forearms are scarred with pale crescent slashes from barbed vine and cold steel. She keeps one side of her hair shaved down to a pattern of tiny triangles while the rest falls in a long, braided rope dotted with beads carved from bone and glass. Over her shoulders rides a moss-streaked cloak that seems to collect the smell of wet earth. In sunlight the braid shows thin silver threads woven through it as if moonlight is trapped in the hair. Her left cheek bears a faded tattoo of a stag's antler that curls toward her ear. Unexpectedly, her boots are immaculately clean, polished to a quiet shine even when the rest of her is muddied.