Thunuk stands with the imposing stillness of a mountain peak. His skin is a weathered, faded blue, textured with small, dark lithoderms that resemble embedded river stones. He wears a jet-black beard trimmed to a sharp point and a long ponytail of coarse black hair held by a brass gear. His movement is a jarring mix of feline grace and heavy, deliberate steps. He wears a faded saffron monk's tunic, but over it hangs a tattered, fur-lined purple velvet mantle that screams of fallen royalty. The contradictory image of a holy man and a street-level kingpin is striking, like a statue of a god dressed in the rags of a thief.