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Nora has a straightforward, yet pretty and inviting smile with straight white teeth, though it is never seen these days.
Typically, her stance is pensive; she watches and listens carefully to goings-on around her. Now, her eyes are glassy and her gaze drifts listlessly here and there; she looks a million miles away.
Her hair is decoratively plaited in the front and flows freely down her back, but long days and nights spent with only the wind and her thoughts have left it tangled, just like her heart. She no longer wears colorful flowers tucked into her hair, though dreary, withered petals remain. She has large, liquid eyes that have become sunken, and her full lips are uncharacteristically cracked and dry. She has a belt constructed of foreign-looking coins worn low on her hips. Dangling loosely upon her thin wrist is a solid glinting bangle composed of twirling gold and silver in a rope-like design. She's looped some tattered fabric around part of it to keep it from slipping off.
Her cleric's robes droop on her wasting frame and have become dull and neglected. She wears an off-the-shoulder blouse which used to be cream-colored but is now quite dingy. Her dark trousers are dusty and loose, tucked into knee-high boots with soles worn parchment thin.
Hanging forgotten upon the left side of her robes above her heart is a gold pin depicting a Holy Ring with a stemmed rose and scroll, per saltire, with a letter "A" overall, given by her mentor.
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