Tall and impossibly slender, he moves like a breeze through leaves. His skin looks like old bark with the pale sheen of moonlight on sap, flecked with faint veins that glow soft green when he uses magic. He wears layered robes woven from living moss and silk, trimmed with copper wire and tiny glass vials that clink like wind chimes. One sleeve is always damp with soil, another immaculate. On his left shoulder a living bonsai appears grafted to a lattice of shimmering tattooed runes. Unexpectedly he carries an heirloom porcelain teacup tied to his belt and drinks from it ceremonially between spells.