Lysa Notch moves like a person who has spent half her life in the woods and the other half behind a counter. She is medium in height with a lean, corded build and a long stride that barely seems to waste motion. Her skin is weathered from sun and rain, and her hands are marked by tiny cuts, ink stains, and old bowstring burns. A narrow scar runs from her left eyebrow into her hairline like a deliberate slash, while one ear is threaded with three brass hoops and a tiny bone charm shaped like an arrowhead. Her dark brown hair is braided tight on one side and shaved close on the other, yet she keeps a single silver ribbon woven into the braid as if it were a treasured keepsake from a noble court. She wears practical leather layers under a deep green shop apron, but the apron is embroidered with surprisingly delicate golden moths, a contradictory touch that makes her look both dangerous and kind.