She might be remembered as average in height, lithe and shapely.  She would meet your gaze calmly, without fear.  Her smile, though uncommon, was sunny and warm.  Her eyes were a clear aqua, framed by heavy lashes, her face unlined.  Strawberry blond hair curling past her shoulders did hint at her heritage and if you happened to stand close carried the faint scent of sweet herbs.  She spoke westron with the accent of the Riddermark and carried herself with the pride of the Eorlingas.

When outside the city walls she carried a battered shield and a spear across her back.  She was never seen without the dagger at her hip, even when wearing one her many elegant and fashionable gowns.