This obviously Elven woman stands just shy of five feet tall with a wiry, lissome build. She has the ageless appearance common to all her kin, her complexion lightly freckled. Telltale knife-shaped ears poke from beneath her dark brown hair, kept cut short and simply styled, more in service to efficiency than fashion. Her eyes are a dark green, frequently searching her surroundings, and pointedly avoiding eye contact with other people.

On her right cheek is a deep brand, the unmistakeable mark of an owned slave, marring once-flawless features.

Her clothing is well fitted to her slender body, designed to accentuate her appearance while remaining perfectly practical for the day-to-day tasks of a servant. She walks light-footed, trying to never appear hurried or flustered; the manner of someone who would really rather not be noticed at all.