A compact presence wrapped in a carefully scuffed travelcoat of rawhide and ringed mail that has been mended with ornate copper wire. Her beard is braided into three tight cords that end in tiny, engraved iron beads shaped like family sigils. A faint ash-smell clings to her hair and skin from years of overseeing forges. She favors a deliberate, almost measured gait that makes each step sound like a small pronouncement. Unexpectedly, she keeps a child's bright ribbon tucked behind one ear that flutters when she moves, a small contradictory token to her austere bearing.