Slim and upright with a slight forward tilt to her head as if always listening. She moves with a calm economy of motion. Her skin is freckled across the bridge of the nose and cheeks like spilled cinnamon. A thin scar runs along her left eyebrow, pale and puckered. She wears a cropped, weathered priest's cloak over chain mail; the cloak is embroidered with a faded sunburst stitched in mismatched threads. Contradiction: her hands are perpetually ink-smudged from writing prayers and petitions, but her fingernails are always meticulously clean.