Sura is a compact, broad-shouldered woman whose stillness feels more deliberate than restful. Sun and wind have roughened her copper-brown skin into a fine, leathery texture across the knuckles, neck, and cheeks, while the skin beneath her eyes remains unexpectedly soft from years of applying blue mineral salve. Her black hair is cut to her jaw and held back with narrow copper pins that click softly when she turns her head. She walks with a highlander's careful economy, placing each foot as if the ground might be hollow, yet when angered she suddenly occupies an entire room, shoulders squared and chin lifted. Her hands are stained dark at the fingertips with ink and powdered bell metal. The contradictory first impression is that she looks built for hauling stone, but handles every document as if it were a sleeping infant.