Valerius is a man of immense physical presence, his frame carrying a weight that suggests decades of fine dining and sedentary luxury. He moves with a surprisingly graceful, rhythmic sway, like a heavy ship on a calm sea. His skin is polished to a glow with expensive citrus oils, and his hands are soft, lacking any calluses from manual labor. Despite his girth, his posture is impeccably upright. He wears layered silk robes of ivory and shimmering gold thread that seem to catch the light even in total darkness. He carries no staff or mace, instead cradling a heavy porcelain bowl filled with mint-condition gold coins that he stirs rhythmically with his right hand. A single, small smudge of common dirt on his hem is the only thing that contradicts his image of absolute cleanliness.