Bram is a study in preservation and decay. He stands unnaturally still, his body tilted slightly to the left as if bracing against a wind only he can feel. His skin is the color of wet river clay, pulled tight over high cheekbones but sagging around his jaw. He smells unexpectedly of dried lavender and old vellum rather than rot. Most striking is the silver twine stitched in a complex knot through his left cheek to keep his jaw from drooping. He moves with a series of soft, mechanical clicks, and his one remaining natural eye is a startling, intelligent hazel that darts rapidly while his body remains frozen.