Valerius moves with a constant, rhythmic swaying as if standing on a ship deck even when on dry land. His skin is the color of polished mahogany, weathered by salt and sun, with deep laughter lines around his eyes. He wears a meticulously clean, white lace cravat that stands in jarring contrast to his rugged, barnacle-encrusted leather armor. His movements are fluid and feline, yet he possesses a strange, static intensity when he looks at food or treasure. He smells faintly of expensive saffron and rotting seaweed.