Tall and lithe with the narrow, sharp-boned features common to her forest-born kin. Her movements are a study in economy - she walks as if following a scent only she can hear, the hem of her cloak never quite touching the undergrowth. The left sleeve of her cloak is singed and stitched with silver filigree, an ornamental pattern that flickers faintly when she channels magic. Contradiction: though her face is aged by elven standards, with a single deep crease down one cheek, her hands are callused and practical, scarred from years of crafting traps and carving wood rather than the soft hands many expect an elf to keep.