Morwen is a wiry, compact dwarf whose movements are abrupt until she reaches a workbench, where every gesture becomes unnervingly precise. Her singed copper hair is pulled into a practical top-knot threaded with thin brass wire, and soot clings permanently to the fine creases beside her nose. Protective crystal lenses magnify her sharp hazel eyes, which rarely look at a speaker's face. Instead, they track hands, pockets, buckles, exits, sources of heat, and anything that might break. Her knuckles are ridged with old chemical thickening, while her fingertips are darkened like polished charcoal and shine with embedded metallic dust. She leaves behind the impression of a small furnace forced to walk around in a person's shape. The unexpected contradiction is her immaculate, almost ceremonial fingernails, each one capped with clear alchemical lacquer because she considers chipped nails an unforgivable contamination risk.