A tall, slender elf woman with copper-brown skin that has the soft sheen of satin and the faint texture of fine parchment at her knuckles. Her beauty is immediate but not fragile. She carries herself like a dancer who has learned to stand still without ever becoming motionless. Her deep hazel eyes are flecked with gold and constantly measure doors, hands, and reflections. Long black hair with blue-black highlights hangs in elaborate braids threaded with pale blue cords, tiny bells, and old silver coins. She wears a small, knowing smile that becomes almost maternal when someone is frightened. The contradictory detail is her hands: despite the wealth of jewelry and meticulous grooming, her fingertips are permanently stained with lampblack from maintaining hidden signal candles. She sits on the edge of a broad bed or camp cot with one bare foot on a low stool, slowly fastening thick silver ankle cuffs while keeping her torso angled toward the nearest exit.