Tylya is a 5'7" tall human woman with bronzed skin, blond hair with green tinge that, while unbound, was a mirror to the man's mane. Her lower legs and arms were scaled and clawed, as was the heavy, frilled tail swaying behind her. At a closer look her skin was scaled, just finely. She wore thin adamant plates on her chest thighs and groin, detailed in gold and silver with a dragonhead centered on her breast, a small jewel nestled in the dragon's maw. On her back was a six foot long scabbard, angled so that the sword's hilt was over her left shoulder. The scabbard, and a large satchel sharing space with it, were made of black, scaled leather. To this was added a belt of white scaled leather with three pearls embroidered near the clasp, bearing a pouch and an obvious waterskin made of more typical leather.<br/>(She's descended from a Bronze dragon, the leathers are from Black and White dragons.)<br/><br/>Tylya canted her head and smiled. "Your lord's name is Eberron? I am not familiar with that Wyrm. The name sounds Silver, am I correct?"