Lean and constantly in motion. Moves like a person avoiding puddles even on dry streets. Wears a cropped hood that throws one side of his face in shadow more often than not. The left ear shows the faint healed seam of an old elven ritual cut, narrow and precise. His hands are streaked with ink and sap from repeated courier runs, and the inside of his cloak is patched with scraps of maps and receipts sewn in secret pockets. Unexpected element: he keeps a childlike stitched fabric bird pinned to his lapel, bright and slightly filthy, which he touches when nervous.