Lean and lithe with the sinuous posture of someone who learned to move without being seen. Her skin is a deep, muted crimson with a faint, almost metallic luster like copper left in the sun. Horns sweep back from her temples in a smooth crescent tipped with faintly glowing runes; the left horn bears a narrow chip that she touches when thinking. Her tail is long and prehensile with a tuft of ash-gray hair at the tip that twitches unsettlingly when she is amused. She favors asymmetry: her right shoulder is wrapped in blackened chainmail while her left arm is bare and tattooed with an infernal map of bargains made. When she walks she seems to glide, but when she laughs her movement becomes jagged and insectlike. Unexpectedly, she keeps a tiny porcelain music box chained to her belt; when opened it plays a tinkling lullaby that she hates and yet winds when alone.