Gralruck stands tall with a wizened grace, his skin a mottled tapestry of greens and grays like aged stone. His once muscled frame has softened but retains a sturdy core strength. His hair, once raven-black, has turned to silvery white, flowing like liquid moonlight. His eyes are a piercing blue, intense yet warm. Despite his age, his movements are fluid and deliberate, akin to a calm river cutting through rock.