Saris, like Fori, is rather thin for a Gonnhirrim.  While others of her kind look upon this lack of stoutness as unhealthy, she is hearty like all her kind with the endurance of stone.  Saris has long, thick hair the color of old rust.  When she smiles, it is a slight thing, almost sad.  Given her chosen vocation, this is not surprising.

Though she wears full chainmail armor, and wields a long staff mace, she prefers to avoid combat by her own admission.  Her role, unless fighting is thrust upon her, is to patch up the group as best she can when the dust clears.