Like other half-elves, there is no hiding this woman's beauty, but neither is it on display. Her hair is as gold, smithed to an airy thinness. With a dwarf's craft, her locks are braided into intricate chains that sweep down from her temples and are knotted at the back of her head. Her eyes radiate with the warmth of a low blue flame, and a smile is never far from her lips. She stands at average height, clothed in garments that have been neatly pressed. Her garb is comely without being revealing. Her true, enthralling beauty is in the voice. Even as her hands gesture delicately, or her visage projects the pathos of a ballad or tale, it is all to support haunting sound that gives voice to her music and speech.