An overweight dragonborn matron whose scales shimmer the dull, gunmetal bronze of older armor. Her gait is slow and deliberate, each step cushioned by heavy thighs and the continual clack of a carved ivory-tipped cane. She wears a patchwork apron streaked with soot and flour over a high-collared dress with many small pockets. The crest on her head is worn smooth at the edges from years of nervous rubbing. Her movements are precise when she tends a child but abrupt and sharp in public, like an old bell that rings too loud in a quiet room. Unexpectedly, she keeps one delicate silk ribbon braided into the crest of her head that seems to belong to a younger, softer version of herself.