Brennor has a warm, round face framed by a thick, salt-and-pepper beard that twitches slightly when he laughs. He wears small, round spectacles perched on a crooked nose, giving him the look of a kindly scholar rather than an innkeeper. His hands are calloused but gentle as he moves with a surprising grace for his bulk, each step purposeful and quiet. He dresses in simple but well-cared-for woolen tunics and breeches, and an always slightly rumpled dark brown leather apron stained with ale and stew. Despite his friendly demeanor, his left eye is covered by a thin scar that often catches light and hints at untold stories. An odd contradiction is his love for cleanliness: his inn is spotless, yet Brennor himself sports a faint, persistent scent of smoky pipe tobacco mixed with the scent of fresh bread.