Loryniel

A lithe elf woman whose bearing suggests both grace and purpose. Her dark hair falls past her shoulders, often adorned with simple silver clasps that catch the light. Her eyes hold the clarity of someone who listens more than she speaks, though when she does speak, her words carry weight. She dresses plainly—leather armor worn well but without ornamentation, a lute slung across her back that shows signs of careful use rather than idle decoration. There is no vanity in her appearance, yet an undeniable dignity in how she carries herself, as though each gesture and choice of dress serves a larger purpose. Her hands are calloused from both instrument and service, and her face bears the composed expression of one who has learned that true strength often wears a quiet face.