Aarakocra in a slightly more fitted off-white pinstriped suit that clings damply to his feathers from constant sweat. He has a proud reddish comb and pendant wattles that bob when he speaks. A tall layered tail feathers outward from the back of his suit like the train of a greatcoat. The feathers' true color is hard to discern under a sheen of perspiration that collects like dew in the grooves of his plumage. His suit has smeared ink at the cuffs and faint flourishes of paint along the hem from his family's artistic trade. When he moves he tilts his head like a practiced actor and uses small, precise wing gestures instead of grand flaps. Unexpectedly, he keeps one wing cuff rolled and bandaged, as if hiding an old, well-healed injury that twitches in moments of stress.