Twenty-seven years old, trained from adolescence for formal knighthood under one of Thistlemere's recognized orders. By every account she was on track for a respected knighting ceremony. She left before completing it, on her own terms, and has explained the decision to no one since.

Fights with a spear — reach, positioning, controlled thrusts, nothing wasted — transitioning to a short sword the instant a fight closes inside range. Textbook-precise, and if anything grows more controlled rather than less when a contract goes badly. Her plate is dark, unadorned, stripped of every mark that would identify her former order.

Professional and aloof by default, correct and courteous without being warm to anyone she hasn't decided to trust. Carries herself with unmistakable knightly bearing regardless of the title she never claimed. Extremely disciplined, rarely rattled, genuinely honorable by a code she still holds herself to.

Values order, competence, and a well-executed plan above almost anything. Has no patience for recklessness in a fight, or for anyone who thinks they can get familiar quickly.