Kezka Targan is a dusky red tiefling with a narrow, weathered face and blunt black horns that angle backward like the handles of a broken plow. Her skin has a dry, claylike texture around the knuckles and cheeks, as though dust has settled permanently beneath it. A pale scar cuts across the bridge of her nose, while a constellation of tiny soot marks freckles her left temple. She moves with the careful economy of someone carrying a full bowl through a crowded room, never wasting a step or gesture. Her tail is long, muscular, and usually wrapped twice around her thigh when she is thinking. The unexpected softness of her appearance comes from her hands, which are broad, warm, and visibly gentle despite the ink stains, cracked nails, and old burn scars. People often remember the sound of her keys before they remember her face.