The eternal youth of the First People clings to this female, still. She appears worn, however, as most elves in the city do, no-doubt from many years of hardship, many changes of profession, all the while, scraping on by the skin of her teeth.

However worn, there is almost a certain nobility to the cut of her jaw, the height of her brow and cheekbones - she could certainly be called beautiful, if she did not bow her head and conceal these features from the direct gazes of many.

The most striking feature of hers, however, is her eyes. Piercing azure, which, when captured reveals far less of the bred and born timidity common to the oppressed First Folk. There is a glow to them, almost, perhaps a fiery soul that burns within her diminutive frame, perhaps a cunning intellect.