Tridurth appears as a tall, lithe drow figure draped in living cloth grown from moss and ash bark. His skin is the sheen of moonlight on wet obsidian, with faint spiral scars that glow with the color of the current season. He moves with a long-limbed, wind-swept grace that makes him seem half-blurred between steps. Leaves and ash constantly drift from his shoulders as if a small breeze follows him. Unexpectedly, his right hand is a banded, warm ember where fingers should be, held in perpetual ember-gesture as though still completing the First Breath. The ember-palm never burns what it touches and gives off a faint comforting warmth.