A satyr of slight, nimble frame who moves like a melody: smooth, deceptively casual, with sudden flicks that draw the eye. He has bronze-tinted fur along his forearms and calves that catches light like burnished brass. His humanlike torso carries several faint white scars that trace the left side of his chest and neck from a single narrow claw strike. He favors a wide-brimmed, slightly battered hat with a white feather that seems too pristine for the weathered hat. When he laughs his nostrils flare like a musician taking breath; when he listens his head tilts and one horn twitches in rhythm. Unexpectedly, he keeps the cuff of his right sleeve neatly ironed and spotless while the rest of his clothing is relaxed and rumpled.