A small, lively halfling woman with a painter's quick hands and a street thief's alert stillness. Her skin is warm brown with a dusting of pale freckles across her shoulders, and her thick black hair is cropped at the jaw except for one stubborn braid tied with red thread. She moves in sudden sideways darts, as if always avoiding a puddle no one else can see. Her fingers are permanently stained in bands of ocher, ultramarine, and green, while the rest of her is startlingly clean. Within a minute of meeting her, most people notice the smell of linseed oil, sun-warmed wool, and crushed mint. She does not realize the mint clings to her because she keeps fresh sprigs tucked into her belt. The unexpected contradiction is that her clothes and tools are meticulously maintained, but one soft leather kneepad is polished nearly white from years of kneeling in the same position before a wall or canvas.