A compact, limber half-elf who moves like someone who has learned to slice through crowds and bramble alike. Her skin carries the faint golden dust of many roads, and her clothes are stitched with tiny maps in contrasting thread. She favors layered travel garb that whispers rather than clanks. One sleeve is deliberately shorter than the other, revealing a thin silver bracelet made from the flattened rim of an old coin. When she walks she tilts her head toward sounds as if testing the air, and when she smiles it is small and knowing. Unexpectedly, she keeps a perfectly pressed white handkerchief folded and tucked into her belt, clean as if for a formal ball though she prefers the dirt road.