Kiera's honey blonde hair was covered by a black hood and cape looking piece. She was wearing a dark black dress underneath with sandals. She wasn't very tall, but people as well as elves made fun of her because of her heritage. She really disliked that feeling of having her self-esteem nearly shredded before her eyes.  Standing at about 3'1", she was short in comparison to most half-elves. She really didn't mind. Her line of work was mercenary style, but that really didn't bother her. Death never scared her, or it hadn't until she came face to face with "him". She didn't know his name, but she knew she should be afraid. She stayed hidden amongst whatever she could find to blend in with either that or she was jumping from rooftop to rooftop. She jumped off one of the rooftops and stood in the nearby shadows listening and waiting.