Tall and lean with the straight posture of one who grew up dancing between tree trunks. His motions are smooth and measured as if walking to a silent rhythm. Skin bears a faint pattern of circular scars along the left forearm that glow dimly when he meditates. He wears a long, moss-green robe embroidered with tiny silver leaves that shimmer when he moves. Unexpectedly his left sleeve is patched with rough wool from a commoner's cloak, stitched clumsily over the fine fabric. When he stands, moths sometimes linger near his shoulders though he does not notice them.