Morah

A Large woman, we are talking like 6'5, heavily muscled, like Built like a Tank king of heavily muscled. Built to Stop a Tank sort of woman, with arms that could crush a man's skull and hands that look just as capable comes in. You can hear the Jingjingjing and thompthomp of her boots before you turn to see her. She's moving at a modest pace, not rushed but clearly direct. Her skin is romanian and tanned, her features are chiseled, strong jaw, straight largeish nose rather sarp a wider at the base, her eyes(pale brown like a latte) and cheeks have rather defined bones around them. She's not Boney they are just Prominent. Her lips are semi-thin, cut in a pleasant mild expression. She has thick brows, dark, Very Dark like hair hair that just Roils in storm like coils down her back. She has a headband that keeps them back. It's Such Lovely thick hair. She is plainly dressed save for a few choice pieces, metal arm backs with tumbled amber chunk seet in them. She seems like her jewelry chunky, as she has a similar tiered necklace and plain metal ear cuffs. Clothing wise, she's work visually in treasure planet. Likely a treasure hunt or archaeologist of some sort.
She spins the chair out across him, sits down and nods. Doesn't ask because this is clearly why she is here. She hails the bartender and pays for the next round, sparing Dirhaal a nod and grunt to make up for her abruptness.
"Morah." A hand is offered out, beads of amber and something like copper but browner and oddly prettier drip from her arm cuff.