Brunilda is a stout figure with a striking presence, her deep emerald green tunic embroidered with copper threads shimmering in the tavern's dim light. Her hands are calloused, worn from years of serving and crafting elixirs. Brunilda moves with a surprising grace for her build, gliding across the wooden floor as if dancing between the tables. Her beard is a distinctive chestnut brown, braided with small iron trinkets that clink softly. One of her ears is slightly pointed, a remnant from her infamous adventure days as a rogue when she was cursed to always have a hint of elfin grace. She has a mischievous glint in her steel-gray eyes that suggests there's more to her than meets the eye.