Willow is a quiet young halfling woman, a scant three feet in height but packed with lean, wiry muscle. A grim look perpetually clouds her otherwise comely tanned face, as she stares out at strangers from behind cold, suspicious brown eyes. Stray locks of unkempt dark brown hair occasionally poke out from under the hood of her faded green woodsman's cloak. She is attired in modest earth-toned traveler's clothes under a suit of plain leather armor, ornamented only by a long, gleaming, acid-polished troll's claw hanging from a leather thong around her neck. A pair of shortswords hang at her hips, and a fine, polished rosewood shortbow and quiver of arrows dangle from her shoulder.

Willow is accompanied everywhere she goes by her huge pet mastiff Burgess, an impressive gray-furred beast outfitted with tack and saddle to carry his tiny halfling master as a mount. The dog's demeanor is generally quite passive and gentle, although when aroused, his fury is a terrible thing to witness indeed.