Scarred, weathered, and efficient in movement. Harken wears his hair cropped close on the sides with a longer, braided top-knot that swings when he turns. The left side of his face is marred by an old burn that puckers the skin and leaves a faint white crescent following his jaw. He favors heavy boots that leave crisp, square prints and a coat of patched leathers covered in faded unit marks and a hand-stitched sigil of Snagtooth Fork. Around his neck he keeps a warped bronze token engraved with an old caravan sigil. When he walks he moves like someone who expects danger from any angle yet chooses when to show exhaustion. Unexpected element: despite his rough exterior he has a small embroidered handkerchief tucked into his belt with a childish doodle on it kept from his lost son.