Alden is a tall, graceful figure whose presence carries the heavy, humid scent of subterranean caves and crushed eucalyptus. He has long, chestnut-brown hair often tied back with a simple leather cord, though rebellious silver strands escape to frame his face. His gentle gray eyes possess a crystalline quality, appearing almost liquid as they catch the light. Despite his clerical status, his hands are not the soft hands of a scholar; they are broad, calloused, and permanently stained with a dark, mineral-rich silt from the sacred springs he maintains. He moves with a rhythmic, flowing stride that makes no sound on stone surfaces, often appearing as if he is gliding through the infirmary. An unexpected detail is a heavy iron key hanging from a chain around his neck, which he compulsively polishes when he thinks he is alone.