Silas Verdant is a broad-shouldered human with the compact strength of someone who has hauled barrels for half his life. His skin is weathered like oiled leather, with fine lines gathered around a perpetually amused mouth. He moves quietly for a man of his size, gliding between tables with a dancer's economy, one hand already reaching for the falling object before anyone notices it slip. His left ear is slightly pointed from an old childhood injury, creating the unsettling impression that he might be part elf. Unexpectedly, his hands are delicate and ink-stained, with long musician's fingers more suited to a lute than a mop. He leaves behind the mingled impression of warm bread, rain-soaked wool, and a song someone almost remembers.