Sethes Szebes is a lean, long-limbed eladrin man whose movements are quiet until they suddenly are not. His skin has the muted bronze tone of old hammered copper, with a fine pearlescent sheen along his knuckles and collarbones. His pale hair is braided into a single rope that reaches his waist, but the braid is tied with coarse butcher's twine rather than ribbon. A narrow strip of blue wool is permanently wrapped around his left wrist, worn smooth and shiny where his thumb worries it. He smells strongly of beeswax, wet stone, and anise, a scent he insists comes from his sword oil even though it follows him into clean rooms. His face is composed and almost gentle, but his smile reveals one silver-capped canine that gives his otherwise refined appearance the unsettling suggestion of a street dog guarding a bakery. He leaves an impression of contained weather, as if a storm is waiting for permission to enter the room.