Short and wiry, Pell moves like a shadow that knows every exit. He favors layered, travel-worn clothing that hides straps, pockets, and bindings. A low hood is always drawn forward, a wrapped scarf or travel mask conceals the lower half of his face, and leather bindings tuck the tips of his ears out of sight. Visible skin is dark olive-green dulled with travel dust and neutral pigments, streaked faintly with ash from his journeys. His eyes are sharp and intelligent, a muted iron gray that narrows when he considers escape routes. His cloak is patched, its inner seams lined with whisper-thin pockets; soft-soled boots leave a ghostly tread. Unexpectedly, a single small brass thimble is stitched to his left sleeve near the wrist, polished to a mirror sheen and used to catch light for signals. The overall impression is of someone designed to be noticed only by those who are looking for exits.