Caldan is a lithe and wiry man, his lean form honed from years of travel and survival in harsh terrains. His raven-black hair hangs in unruly strands, framed by a thin, scraggly beard. The stark contrast of his penetrating, storm-gray eyes is striking, peering from beneath the shadow of a snug-fitting fur cap. His leather garments are weather-beaten and stained by journeys longer than memory, often complemented by a felt, ankle-length overcoat that flutters with the wind as he moves.