Sashir is a tall grey heron aarakocra with a long, lacquer-red beak that curves slightly downward at the tip like a polished knife. His feathers are smoke-grey along the back, pearl-white at the throat, and rust-dark beneath the wings, with the texture of weathered velvet where years of tavern smoke have settled into them. He moves with an unsettling mixture of grace and domestic awkwardness, gliding across a room one moment and bumping his hip into a table the next. He keeps his amber eyes fixed on hands, doorways, and half-empty glasses rather than faces. The unexpected thing about him is his immaculate plumage: despite working beside boiling kettles, spilled ale, and chimney soot, every feather is groomed into place, while his talon tips are permanently stained purple from berry cordial.