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.

Aurius is a master of the 'friendly merchant' persona; he is incredibly warm and generous with his laughter when meeting new customers, yet he is known to be utterly miserly when it comes to the wages of his own shop assistants. He possesses a genuine passion for magical history that makes him lose track of time, but he will instantly snap back to a cold, calculating state if a customer tries to lowball him. He is fiercely protective of his reputation in Ank Moran, seeing his shop as his fortress.

Once a member of the 'Silver Seekers' adventuring party, Aurius's career ended twenty years ago when a delve into the Great Mausoleum went horribly wrong. He was the sole survivor, emerging with his silver eye and a bag of stolen relics that funded his shop. Today, he is a staple of Ank Moran's commerce district. He maintains a facade of legitimacy while quietly helping Valthus Grey, a local necromancer, move 'reclaimed' grave goods that are too hot to sell in the open market. This partnership keeps his shelves stocked with authentic, albeit cursed, antiquities.