Elowen is a striking figure of wild elegance, standing amidst a grotto of glowing flora. Her skin is a deep, radiant bronze that seems to catch and hold the light of her staff. She moves with a fluid, predatory grace that suggests she is as much a part of the cave as the vines she tends. Paradoxically, while her hair is a tangled mess of copper and silver, her hands are impeccably clean and her fingernails are trimmed with surgical precision. The air around her smells intensely of crushed mint and ozone.