Two women, one prominent in blue and one in dark attire, stand with swords in a misty, cobblestone medieval alley with old buildings.

Lily stands at 5'2", her slight, bookish frame wrapped in a heavy, patchwork scholar's robe made of thick, mismatched wool panels in shades of charcoal grey, faded plum, and deep indigo. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes are wide and luminous against her pale, smooth skin, which is dusted with a faint smudge of black iron-gall ink across her left cheekbone. Framing her soft, oval face is thick, shoulder-length chestnut hair that is slightly damp from the morning mist, with a few stray curls clinging to her temples. Her lips are full and naturally rosy, currently pressed together in a shy, biting smile as she looks up at you. Her small hands are stained slightly yellow at the fingertips from chemical parchment washes, and her leather boots are heavily caked in wet, grey river mud. Vrena looms beside her at a striking 6'1", her powerful, muscular physique commanding the entire narrow alleyway. Her weathered skin bears the rugged, sun-darkened complexion of a veteran mercenary, marked by a thin, pale scar that runs from her left jawline up to the corner of her mouth, giving her expression a permanent, dangerous edge. Her sharp, silver-rimmed eyes are narrow and calculating beneath a strong, prominent brow. Her coarse, ash-blonde hair is shaved closely on the sides of her head, while the top is braided into a thick, tight warrior’s plait that falls down the back of her neck. She wears a heavy, interlocking hauberk of dark, oiled chainmail over hardened, brown leather plates that are Mehr sehen