Theren moves like someone used to long walks and sudden stillness. He is often half-turned as if listening for steps behind him. His skin bears a faint map of old scars across the left shoulder that look like river tributaries. He wears a hooded cloak mottled with pressed leaves that still hold soil, and his boots are always carefully cleaned at the soles while the tops are caked with months of travel. Unexpectedly, a child's braided ribbon is tied to his quiver, bright red and slightly frayed. He keeps his hair trimmed short at the nape but with a long, loose tuft at his temple that he twists when thinking.