A compact, callused figure whose boots always carry a dusting of pale mithril powder. Her face is a topography of old scars and miners' creases, cheeks dusted with silver-grey from the ore she sweeps with her sleeve. Her hair is cropped at the temples and longer behind, braided into a thick tail that swings when she moves. She favors layered leathers reinforced with hammered plates, each patch telling the route of a collapsed seam. Unexpectedly, she wears a thin, hand-drawn map of the surface realms on a cloth ribbon tied beneath her breastplate — a piece of artful curiosity that smells faintly of pine and sea salt she will not explain.