A lean, weathered half-elf who moves like wind through brush. His face carries the narrow cheekbones of his elven mother softened by his father's square jaw. A faded leather chestguard is scored with old arrow strikes that have been restitched and polished until they barely show. He keeps one sleeve rolled to display a racing tattoo of three interlaced waves on his forearm. Mud and salt gather in the folds of his cloak but his boots are always clean at the toes. Unexpectedly, he hums tunelessly under stress, and when he stands still he tends to cock his head and stare like a bird listening for a distant call.