Edik moves like someone used to hauling cargo and stepping between wagons and forest roots. He is brisk and forward, shoulders squared, with a loose and steady gait that rarely falters. His skin bears a light dusting of sawdust and small healed nicks along his forearms. He keeps his dark shirt sleeves rolled to the elbow, showing faint white scars that map old rope burns and a thin brand scar shaped like a stylized pine cone on his left wrist. He carries a rolled parchment ledger tucked under one arm and a short carved walking staff at his back when not at market. Unexpectedly, he wears a delicate silver ring on his pinky that is set with a tiny polished opal that seems too fine for a timber merchant.