Compact and lively figure who appears younger than her years until she laughs and the small creases at the corners of her eyes reveal decades of watching tavern life. Her movements are quick and precise, as if measured to a rhythm only she can hear. She keeps a permanent smear of flour along one cheek from late-night baking. Unexpected element: when the tavern is full and music plays, a faint pattern of tiny, luminescent freckles appears along her forearms, like spilled starlight, and they vanish when she grows tired or angry.