Soren moves like someone who has spent equal parts of his life in the woods and in the saddle. His stride is deliberate and economical. He favors the left shoulder when shouldering his longsword because the bone under a scar there never set straight. A faded openshaw watch sash worn across battered plate suggests civic authority rather than nobility. When calm his posture is compact, all angles; when enraged he spreads his weight like a hunter ready to pin prey. Contradictory to his severe look he keeps a small carved wooden rabbit tucked into an interior vest pocket, polished smooth from handling, and he sometimes runs his thumb over it when thinking.