Alaric possesses the weathered, deeply creased skin of a man who has spent seven decades under the sun. His most striking feature is a massive, unruly beard thick with dried peat, tangled twigs, and vibrant patches of living moss that seem to thrive on his very breath. His silver-streaked hair is tied back with a simple leather thong, and his hands are permanently stained a dark, loamy brown. Despite his stooped posture, he moves with a rhythmic, hypnotic swaying motion that mirrors the way corn stalks dance in a light breeze. Surprisingly, while his body is frail, his eyes are as sharp and clear as polished river stones, possessing an intensity that suggests he is looking at the history of the soil beneath your feet rather than your face.