Tilli moves with a nervous, quick energy, her tiny frame darting between shelves of magical oddities. Her hair is a tumble of wild copper curls that seem to shimmer faintly with a faint inner light when caught just right. Her large emerald eyes scan her surroundings constantly, reflecting a shy intelligence with a hint of wonder. She wears a patchwork cloak made of velvet scraps in deep purples and moss greens, soft and slightly embroidered with faint arcane runes, yet the cloak often looks disheveled as if she’s just tugged it on hastily. Contradicting her shy demeanor, a small pair of spectacles with lenses tinted in shifting blue hues rest crookedly on her nose, a visible sign of her obsessive curiosity. When nervous or excited, she absentmindedly twirls a little silver pendant in her fingers—an arcane focus shaped like a tiny, closed book.