A weathered elf with a face like pale bark split by fine lines, Selian moves with the deliberate balance of someone accustomed to roots, loose stones, and ambushes. Green cords are braided through his ash-brown hair, each cord knotted around a seed, bone bead, or tiny metal token from a place where the Green Covenant intervened. His boots are permanently stained with black marsh mud, even after washing. He carries himself like an exhausted magistrate, yet his hands are surprisingly gentle when tending injured animals. The contradiction is unsettling: he looks half-feral and road-worn, but wears a beautifully repaired silver signet ring and knows the etiquette of noble courts perfectly.