Teldran is tall and slightly stooped from years of tending to fields, with pale, moss-tinted skin and crows’ feet at the corners of keen, watchful green-gold eyes. His thick hair, grown shoulder-length, is a braid of chestnut and silver, often twined with fine willow leaves. He moves with deliberate grace but frequently stumbles as if distracted by invisible roots. Teldran smells faintly of fresh-turned earth and lilac, yet wears a rich velvet cloak even when sweating in the summer sun, an oddity locals gossip about.