A youthful half-elf woman with an androgynous, almost delicate presence stands as still as a listening tree. Her face has softly rounded cheeks, elegant elven cheekbones, a narrow chin, and subtly pointed ears. Tiny freckles cross the bridge of her nose like scattered grains of cinnamon. Her dark green eyes contain small amber flecks that seem to brighten when she detects danger. Her tightly braided auburn hair is cut short around the nape, with a few stubborn curls escaping near one ear. She moves with poised economy, turning her head before her shoulders and placing each foot as if testing the ground for hidden glass. Her expression is controlled and nearly sleepy until someone says something important, at which point her attention becomes startlingly intense. The unexpected contradiction is her hands: callused, scarred, and strong enough to draw a war bow, they are usually folded with the careful grace of a courtier.