Kethar moves with the slow confidence of someone who has crossed a hundred desert trade roads and survived. He wears a short, sun-scarred beard threaded with a faint green dye at the temples that marks him as a sworn member of the Order of the Green Vigil. His skin is freckled and weathered, the palms tough and faintly callused in an asymmetric pattern from years of wearing his sword at an angle on his left hip. He favors a practical braid of leather cords around his right forearm that holds small carved talismans; when angered he twists the braid and the talismans click with a dry sound. Unexpectedly, he keeps one immaculate white glove on his left hand that is spotless despite his otherwise dusty, worn gear. The glove is said to be from his first campaign of service and he treats it like a relic.