Elara is an extraordinarily pale sea-elf woman with sharp, angular features that seem carved from wet ivory. Her long silver-white hair hangs in ropes rather than waves, tangled with dried salt crystals, tiny bits of brass wire, and translucent fragments of shell. Her wide violet eyes are permanently bloodshot from sleepless nights, and her left eye is hidden behind a heavy brass acoustic monocle that presses a red groove into her temple. She moves with abrupt, tidal gestures, stopping completely before surging into motion as though pulled by an invisible current. Her fingers twitch in precise conducting patterns whenever she hears machinery or thunder. The unexpected contradiction is that, despite her exhausted, haunted appearance, she has a remarkably gentle smile and handles fragile instruments with the delicate patience of a conservator restoring a priceless manuscript.