Assuming she's not running some ruse, and playing some necessary role, those familiar with the Elvish people might note some difference in Daenith's demeanor, relative to what may be expected.   A kind of cool detachment; a sardonic color to her comments and remarks.

A little over five foot tall, she is above average height for a woman of her people.  Her frost white hair and amber eyes are a not especially common combination among them, if not so rare as to be unusual.  A long, thin scar mars the skin of one cheek.

On the job, prepared for trouble, she will go clad in a suit of leather armor, armed with sword, bow, and knives.  A dark grey cloak and cowl usually hide the better part of details, though.  Including pouches that hold that which enhances the effectiveness of her weapons.

In the forests of her former homeland there grew many herbs, healing or harmful in fairly equal measure.  "Daenith" learned most of them, in her former life, when she was still called by her real name, instead of the pseudonym she uses today.