Tall and slender with an almost reedlike gait, he moves like someone who has learned to conserve motion. His skin is dusky red with fine, almost metallic scales along the forearms. Horns sweep back like carved ebony ridges and are studded with tiny silver runes that glow when he speaks a binding word. He wears an old traveler's coat patched with talismans and the interior is lined with a mosaic of faded maps. His left cheek bears a thin white scar that curls like a question mark. Contradiction: his eyes are bright, youthful violet and dart with curiosity as if decades mean little to his mind, yet his fingers are stained with ash and his voice carries the weight of ages.