Tegwenn is a short Dunlending woman, just above five feet, with freckled brown skin and green eyes the color of pine needles. She wears her wild, thick auburn hair pulled back from her face with a few braids, but most of the mass falls loose to the middle of her back. Usually wearing a wry grin or friendly smile, she has a demeanor of warm approachability despite the blue paint forming strange, spiraling designs upon her skin. Her frame is broad and muscular to a certain extent, with wide shoulders and a narrow waist. Tegwenn is usually clad in the short, sleeveless tunics of her homeland, hands and nails almost perpetually stained by the substances used in her trade and with their scents lingering about her person. Her voice is low and a little dark in tone, and her Westron is considerably accented with the sounds of her mother tongue. While she usually speaks softly, Tegwenn is capable of frightening volume when she finds the case to use it.