A woman of five and a half feet in height. Shialaria was clearly an aged woman. Long grey hair kept in a tight bun on her head, large round spectacles, and wrinkles about her eyes and mouth despite her pointed ears. However, given her height and matronly figure, it was a better bet that she was actually half-elven.

Her eyes were a sharp green, and while her face had age to it, her beauty was still readily apparent, if anything her years had matured it some. She had kind eyes, if weary ones, as if she had seen too much in her years.

She wore a threadbare dress that did not hide, nor necessarily accentuate the immense bust she bore. At her wide hips were various pouches and containers for her work as an herbalist and healer. When travelling, she often wore a worn cloak. She wore a pair of old, scratched round-rimmed spectacles, which clearly had seen at least a few decades of careful use.

Considering her gray hair, the wrinkles around her eyes, and her mixed blood, it was a safe bet she was somewhere around one hundred to one hundred and ten years old.

On her left hand was a branded E.