Grosha moves with a surprising grace for her rugged frame, her muscular limbs flowing like water rather than crashing like stone. Her ash-gray skin is thick and mottled with faint scars that tell tales of battles past, but her eyes—bright jade green—gleam with warmth and quiet sorrow. Her shoulder-length black hair is streaked with silver strands, often tied back loosely with woven hemp cords. A faded tribal tattoo curves along her right cheekbone, a mark of her wild youth. Contradicting her fierce exterior, she wears a delicate silver pendant shaped like a tiny cradle, almost invisible beneath her roughspun tunic.