Sarai certainly takes most of her features from her human heritage. Missing five feet by at least and inch, her slight would fall well short of any elf. Black hair left free to float about her face and shoulders frames the only prominently elven feature, the solid pools of her green eyes that, when combined with her nearly perpetual smile, give her an almost mischievous look.
Fine but simple clothes tell nothing about her past or present. While the hard edge of muscle is evident in arms and legs, her frame does not speak of a warrior, and her lack of belongings suggests neither scholar nor explorer. Just what could be driving this woman is hard to say.
But the beautiful scimitars that she wears in a crossed sheath across her back seem to give a hint, while the holy symbol of Sarenrea worked into each hilt is surely no coincidence.
