She is tall, even in Night Elf standards. Her robes are thick and well kept, fitting perfectly. You can smell her scent and it is a mixture of fresh linen and something sweet. Under her arm is a book wrapped in leather and cloth. On the belt hangs an old wand, its crystal faintly glowing red. On her right hip, dangling each by a cord of some durable material are various metallic icons, light and thin. When she walks or if there is a wind, they brush each other and chime ever so slightly.