A tall, imposing figure stands before you.  The only reason you can tell it's female is because of the curvatures in the mask the figure wears.  There is an opaque white veil covering her hair.  Glowing white eyes shine from behind the mask as it turns toward you.  The head bows slightly, acknowledging your presence, before turning away again.

As she walks away the steps taken are heavy, the chain covering her body under her black tabard jangling as she moves.  A large maul is strapped to her back and practiced strides and a taut posture keep her boots from bumping into the head of the weapon.

The garments she bears, armor and clothing alike, all bear the symbol of Ibera somewhere upon them.  Whether it be embroidered into the fabrics or carved into the metal, it is there.  Some of the symbols are small, not drawing attention, and others are larger.  The one on the tabard is of course the most prominent, the white on black fabric striking from any distance.

She stops her movement, joining others of her order.  You can hear her speaking briefly with them, a surprisingly gentle voice that does not carry far... not at it's current volume, anyway.