You see a young woman with jet-black short hair and gray eyes. She is slender, and you can tell from her movements that not a single muscle goes unused and not a single tendon goes unstretched.

She usually wears rugged clothing: leather pants, a shirt, a vest over it, and perhaps a jacket. Sometimes she also wears a kind of tunic whose scales primarily protect her left leg. Simple leather gloves protect her large hands, and her feet are encased in high boots. Sword sheaths hang from both sides of her belt, containing the corresponding weapons.

Galarad’s face reflects her life: it is tanned, and small wrinkles show that it has had plenty of exposure to sun, wind, and salt. Her gaze is alert but reserved, and she will always approach others cautiously and with great vigilance. Nevertheless, the wrinkles at the corners of her mouth suggest that she also likes to laugh.