Edtin Stonhorn is a broad-hipped dwarf woman with strawberry blond wavy hair woven into twin braids that swing like bright ropes when she moves through the dining room. Her skin has the warm, weathered look of river stone after rain, and her hands are scarred by hot pans, cut herbs, and years of honest labor. She wears an earth-toned Celtic dress embroidered with dragons in copper thread, cinched beneath a dark brown corset that looks severe until she smiles, at which point the whole outfit seems to soften. Her apron is usually flour-dusted, but she keeps a single polished rose quartz brooch pinned at her throat, an unexpectedly delicate touch for someone who can carry three heavy stew pots at once. She moves with a careful, almost ceremonial grace, yet every so often she bursts into a quick, youthful skip that makes her look like a girl in love rather than a seasoned restaurateur.