A young elf with a sombre demeanour and acerbic wit.
At a glance, she was rather forgettable. Her lean body was more boyish than feminine, her skin pale and hair ashen. Her clothes were chosen practicality in mind, rather than the looks. They were colourless and dreary; it was like she wouldn't want to get noticed, which, considering her shadowy line of work, was understandable.
When she spoke, the flat note of her voice betrayed little emotion, apart the ever present sardonic undertone. Some said her tongue was sharper than her poison coated daggers. Whether that told more about viciousness of her wit or the quality of her blades remained unresolved.