Vehlira moves with a sinuous grace, her motions fluid and deliberate like smoke curling through a narrow alleyway at dusk. Her skin is smooth and almost porcelain-like, reflecting candlelight in an unusual way that softens the hard edges of her sharp jawline. Despite a slender frame, her hands are calloused and nimble, betraying years of deadly precision work. Vehlira’s most striking contradiction is the pair of dull, almost opaque pale eyes that seem blind yet miss nothing—an effect of a magical affliction she conceals beneath a dark hood. When silent, she stoops slightly forward, as if leaning into shadows themselves, but when angered she straightens up abruptly, radiating an intense, dangerous focus.