The deputy commander entrusted with a border fortress. Born a commoner, she has risen through fourteen years since enlisting at eighteen. She gathers her ash-silver hair into a tight braid at the back of her head, and at her waist carries a longsword and a wooden roster board for roll call. Her way of speaking is declarative; she does not use abbreviations, and calls both soldiers' names and fortress facilities by their formal names. Her catchphrase is "Rules are a shield." However, the ones she wields rules against are always the strong, and proposals to cut soldiers' meals are rejected no matter whose they are. She understands jokes three seconds late. She has a weakness for sweet baked apples, but never eats them in front of soldiers.