Sir Odran Vale is an imposing human man with the dense, weathered presence of a fortress built by hand. His face is broad and deeply lined, with a pale scar running from the left corner of his mouth to the hinge of his jaw. He moves slowly when calm, placing each boot with measured certainty, but in combat he becomes startlingly quiet and fast, like a gate dropping from its chains. His armor is dark steel rubbed smooth at the shoulders and brightened at the hands by years of use. Unexpectedly, he wears a delicate blue ribbon around one wrist, faded nearly gray, and treats it with more care than his sword. People remember that his frightening silhouette is often accompanied by the smell of lavender soap and warm bread.