Traran Greenwatcher is a lean, rangy tabaxi with the restless grace of a cat that has never once sat still when there was work to be done. His fur is a deep moss-brown striped with pale gold along the ribs and forelegs, but his chest and throat are unexpectedly dusted with soft white down like fresh parchment. One ear is nicked halfway through from a knife fight over shipping fees, and the tip of his tail is wrapped in green-dyed twine and tiny beads that click softly when he paces. He wears a crisp merchant's waistcoat embroidered with leaf patterns over practical travel leathers, yet his cuffs are always immaculate, as if he can outshine the road itself. His eyes are bright amber, reflective and alert, and he moves with a careful, prowling economy except when excited, when he suddenly becomes all elbows, whiskers, and quick paws. He smells faintly of cedar boxes, pepper, and rain on stone.