Edrik Vaeltis is a tall chromavaft with skin like smoked quartz veined by slow-moving bands of color that shift with his mood. His shoulders are narrow, but his posture makes him seem broader, as if he is always leaning into an invisible wind. Fine filament-lashes drift from his forearms and collarbones like gossamer tassels, and they tremble when magic is near. He wears an immaculate scholar's coat over battered travel armor, a contradictory pairing that makes him look like a funeral archivist who has just come from a duel. When he is still, he appears almost sculpted from stained glass, but when he moves he flows with a predator's economy, each step precise and quiet.