Vaelir moves with an elegant fluidity reminiscent of river water—smooth but unpredictable. His long, silken midnight-blue hair cascades untamed, often catching dirt and tangling, an unusual neglect for an elf. His slender frame is draped in patched but finely made travel leathers, stained faintly with ink and rare spices. His deep amethyst eyes glow faintly at dusk, betraying both restlessness and sharp intellect. An intricate tattoo of interlocking serpents wraps around his right forearm, its ink occasionally shimmering with a subtle silvery iridescence under moonlight—an arcane mark of unknown origin that contradicts his otherwise mundane merchant facade.