Voluptuous and theatrical in presence. She moves like a practiced dancer and a trained fighter at once. Her skin has the coarse, mottled texture typical of Rujin, with faint spiraled scars along her forearms from childhood brambles. She favors flowing lavender robes and fitted bodices that accentuate her size and sway with every step. Her hands are unexpectedly callused and precise, fingers stained faintly with ink from ledger work. She perfumes her neck and hair with spices and jasmine; when she paces the parlor she often drums a slow rhythm on her thigh. Contradiction: though she presents an air of decadent opulence, the hems of her finest gowns hide numerous sewn-in pockets and a small, crudely repaired leather holster for a secret ritual token.