Aurius is a man of weathered charm; his face is a map of past travels with sun-etched lines and a permanent smirk. His most striking feature is a whirring silver mechanical eye in his right socket, which focuses with a series of tiny, metallic clicks. He is missing the pinky finger on his left hand. Despite his rugged history, he keeps himself remarkably well-groomed, smelling of pipe tobacco and expensive parchment. He moves with a calculated limp that disappears when he thinks no one is watching, suggesting his injuries might be exaggerated for sympathy during haggling.