Tall and limber with a performer posture; he moves with the quick, measured steps of someone used to stages and alleys. His left sleeve is embroidered with a faded guild crest stitched over a smear of silver paint. He wears a weathered travel cloak whose hood is lined with bright silk the color of an orange sunset; when he draws the hood it hides a thin crescent scar along his hairline. One unexpected element is a pair of plain leather gloves with the fingertips neatly cut off, though his hands are immaculate and his nails always polished, which contradicts his otherwise roadworn look.