Quietly she stalks about with light footsteps, peeking out from beneath her cowl from time to time with bright, silver eyes. She bears few personal effects besides the clothing on her back and the various blades about her person, the most notable of which is a long, slender greatsword that hangs, oddly, from her hip. Her exploits in the Dalelands remain widely unknown, but there are tales spoken among the citizens of Harrowdale telling of a white ghost that resides in the Velarswood who aids lost travelers and leaves brigands headless on the wooded paths.

For an elf, her build is atypical. Corded muscle covers her entire body, not to the point of disfigurment or to be grotesque, but many mistake her as a male of her race. Some might even mistake her for an orc were it not for her elven visage, which is neither lined by worry or age nor disfigured by battle scars. That is, save for a single deep cut across her upper lip that exposes the white of a tooth. However, she bears no great beauty or ugliness, being quite plain to look upon.

Her sword is perhaps more interesting than herself. The make is of exquisite elven design, the style of this century, and it is adorned with interwoven designs of silver and jade depicting moonlight on leaves. The hilt is longer than is usual for two-handed swords, offering great leverage over the considerably thin, five foot edge. Its shape gives it the more fitting description of a lance than any edged weapon meant to be swung, though she wears and wields it as though it were a simple long-blade.