A compact man with an intense and quick gaze. His robe of the archmagi is the brilliant white variant trimmed in black and flashing red runes along the sleeves and hem. The cloth looks impossibly smooth, like polished bone softened by silk, and whenever he moves the runes ripple as if reading the air. He wears a ring of braided mithral at his wrist that hums faintly. His staff is dark, polished yew inset with a band of glimmering crystal that sometimes holds a reflected star. Unexpectedly he carries an old soldier's greatcoat slung at his shoulder, scuffed leather and faded regimental brass that contradicts the immaculate robes and betrays his past as a foot-soldier in wartime. He moves with dancer-soldier efficiency, a spring in each step and a practiced restraint in his reach.