Ortheon is a broad-shouldered halfling with a careful, almost ceremonial way of moving. He stands on the balls of his feet as if listening through the floor, and his head turns toward voices before his eyes do. His skin has the warm brown tone of polished walnut, with faint pale freckles scattered across his knuckles like grains of salt. His hair is thick, silver-brown, and worn in two short braids tied with blue thread. He has a round, kindly face, but his expression rarely settles into one emotion for long. He may smile while delivering an accusation, or look wounded while making a devastatingly accurate joke. The unexpected thing about him is his hands: they are large, callused, and visibly strong, more suited to a cooper or mason than a courtly advocate. Within a minute of meeting him, most people notice that he never interrupts another speaker. Instead, he silently counts their breaths, fingertips tapping the rhythm against his thumb.