Elmira is a woman of striking presence, possessing a stature that commands the room without being imposing. She moves with a rhythmic grace, her steps timed to a silent beat. Her skin is weathered like fine parchment, while her hands are a map of scars and callouses from years of service. Most striking are her silk sleeves, which seem to catch colors that aren't present in the room, contrasting sharply with her stained, heavy leather work apron. Her movements are economical and precise, leaving the impression of a coiled spring behind a mask of hospitality.