Theren moves with a soldier's economy and an artist's flourish. He stands with a slight lean forward as if listening for the world beneath his boots. His left forearm is wrapped in dark, oil-stained leather bandages that hide a lattice of faint silver scars that hum when he channels magic. When he walks the hem of his cloak collects small motes of dust that glitter oddly for a breath before dulling. Unexpected element: his right eye is milky white and blind but when he speaks of old ruins his blind eye seems to glint with inner light as if remembering them. He often tilts his head and smiles when counting things silently in base seven.