The woman before you is just a couple of inches over five feet tall.  Dark blonde curls tumble about the shoulders as eyes like peridots regard those around her.  Is that a soft smile or a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth?  It's true she wields magic as naturally as she breathes though it's not her only defense.  She also carries a light crossbow and a light mace in case things get too close and personal.