Kaelen is a man composed of sharp angles and restless energy. He is wiry and lean, with the kind of physical economy that comes from decades of walking over uneven ground. His face is deeply tanned and mapped with fine lines from squinting at the horizon. While his clothing is a functional mess of olive drab and bark-brown patched leather, his hands are surprisingly clean and his nails are trimmed short. He moves with a rhythmic, rolling gait that is eerily silent, making him seem to appear in the center of a camp without having approached it. The most striking element of his look is the array of seven different knives sheathed across his body, each with a different hilt material including bone, iron, and polished driftwood.