A lean dragonborn with bronze-green scales that catch light like rippling water. Thazir's head crest forks into two thin ridges edged with paler, almost silver flecks; tiny scars pucker the scales along his jaw from a long-ago skirmish with a sand wyrm. He favors layered travel robes clasped at one shoulder, revealing a leather harness of pockets and loops for instruments. He walks with a deliberately measured gait—each step placed as if marking a map—yet when excited his shoulders twitch and his tail gives quick, involuntary flicks like a compass needle. Unexpectedly, his left forearm is wrapped in a patchwork of faded cloth and stitched pages of a ruined field journal, half-protected and half-exposed as though he cannot decide whether to guard or display it.