Odrin Vale appears as a long-limbed, stooped human man who seems to have been half-preserved by lakewater and half-eroded by age. His skin has the gray-green sheen of river stones left beneath a dock, with pale fingertips wrinkled like soaked parchment. He moves with a careful, listing grace, as if the floor might suddenly become deep water again. One eye is clear and silver-brown, the other clouded white from an old temple injury, yet the blind eye seems to stare hardest when he is angry. His beard hangs in wet ropes threaded with tiny reeds, black beads, and a single gold fishhook. He wears a patched temple surcoat over chain links oxidized blue-green, but beneath the grime his gloves are embroidered with delicate lilies, a surprisingly tender detail on such a haunted figure.