A rugged human man with the compact poise of a veteran duelist, he moves as if every step has been tested on broken ground. His short dark blond hair is usually flattened by rain or sweat, and his short beard is kept closely trimmed, though one side is permanently singed from a crypt firetrap. He wears travel-worn leather layered with dark mail beneath, all of it scrubbed clean rather than polished. His most striking feature is the obsidian longsword at his hip, a blade black as wet stone that seems to swallow torchlight instead of reflecting it. The sword is the only thing on him that looks expensive, and that contradiction makes him seem both noble and ruined at once. When he turns, there is a faint limp in his left leg that vanishes the moment steel is drawn.