What appears to be a small child scampers about here. Upon closer inspection she is a mature gnome. Her expressionless face is difficult to ascribe an age to with the only distinguishing feature being a pair of eyes the color of a cloudy sky. Her lack of wrinkles would indicate a youth, conversely the wisdom exuded from her steady and alert gaze would point to a wealth of experience. Her hair lacks the grey expected of a wizened elder, instead being a rich chestnut. Its is tied up into two poofy buns on either side of the back of her head and two lengthy braids framing either side of her face. Curvy bangs sweep across her forehead. Her skin may have once been pale but has been burnished due to continued exposure to the sun and is dusted randomly with freckles. Her gait and carriage reveal a strength that her tiny frame would otherwise indicate.