Eldren moves with a practiced stillness, as if always listening to secrets the world tries to hide. His raven-black hair is kept long but slicked back, contrasting with the sharp angles of his hawk-like face. Skin unusually pale for someone who spends time outdoors, as if avoiding direct daylight is a habit. His eyes are a cloudy gray, resembling fog over a moor at dawn, giving an unsettling impression of constant calculation. Over his left eyebrow runs a thin scar, half-healed but noticeable only on close inspection. Despite his soft-spoken voice and refined attire, his right hand is permanently stained with indelible ink, a mark of his obsessive note-taking and record-keeping. Unexpectedly, his fingers carry subtle but old callouses — the hand of a man who has worked laboriously with tools rather than just parchment and quill.