Clothed in a simple, commoner's work-dress, with a time-stained cloak about her shoulders, this young woman carries an expression most amiable and pleasant. Full, rosy lips smile readily at friends and strangers alike, and her smooth, pale features are adorned with eyes the color of honey; a peculiar hue among the locals of Bree-town. Her locks are gentle waves of mahogany, most frequently pulled back with a ribbon, rippling down her back before ending at her waist.

She walks with a very pronounced limp, and keeps a walking-stick to aid her in her wanderings about town.