Miklós is a lean human man with a weathered, thoughtful face and a long pale scar that circles both wrists like old bracelets. The scar tissue is smooth and silvery, but faintly warm when someone nearby lies. His lower jaw is slightly too broad for his narrow face, and his square front teeth show whenever he eats, smiles, or speaks with unusual enthusiasm. He chews slowly and carefully, as if listening for messages inside the food. He rarely stands flat-footed. While waiting, he rests his weight on the balls of his feet and rocks almost imperceptibly, giving the impression that he is balancing on the edge of an unseen boat. His hands are ink-stained, his nails neatly trimmed, and his clothing smells faintly of juniper smoke and rain. The contradictory impression is that of a tired, scarred wanderer who moves with the delicate courtesy of a dancer.