Lithe and quick with the practiced poise of someone who has learned to vanish in plain sight. His movements are economical as if he is always measuring the best space between people and shadows. He blends faded soot-streaked linen with small, well-oiled leather strips that break reflected light. When he pauses, he tends to angle his head toward the nearest source of motion or sound, giving the impression that he is listening to the city's heartbeat. Contradictory detail: although trained to be invisible, he wears a single bright copper bead threaded into his braid that flashes like a wink when he turns his head.