Nefra is a striking human woman with sun-warmed copper skin, an athletic build, and the restless balance of someone who is always half a step from dancing or running. Her brilliant turquoise hair is cut unevenly at the jaw, with longer curls tied high behind one ear in a cluster of brass beads and bright red thread. The hair has a dry, almost silken texture, but it springs wildly back into place whenever she shakes her head. Her dark amber eyes rarely settle on a speaker's face. Instead, they flick toward exits, hands, windows, pockets, and unattended food, giving her the unsettling impression of noticing the entire room at once. She smiles with an unexpected softness, while her knuckles are usually dusted with chalk from practicing knife throws or marking routes on walls. Her movements are flamboyant and quick, yet when someone mentions a missing child or hungry traveler, she becomes utterly still.