At first glance, Runa calls to mind the shades of night and whispered tones of a stormy sea. Hues of grey and cerulean beat upon black rocks; cold, icy, and relentless. Yet despite the impressions of palette and disposition, her striking black hair and slate grey eyes hold both a sharpness and understanding that no clouds of lightning or rain could obscure.

More lean than most, Runa retains the rugged grace of a life shaped by toil and solitude. Though her form is youthful and strong, an aura of wisdom, experience and intuition surrounds her.

Encircling her slender neck is woven leather braid from which a single hag stone is suspended.