Marlow is a weathered human with the compact, powerful frame of someone who has spent decades hauling barrels and separating brawlers. His movements are economical and deceptively quiet, with a former soldier's habit of keeping his weight balanced over both feet. His hands are broad, scarred, and permanently stained around the knuckles by brewer's pitch. He has a flattened nose, a silver tooth, and a thin white scar that disappears beneath his left ear. His hair is cropped close except for one stubborn black lock that always falls over his forehead. Unexpectedly, despite his intimidating build and battlefield scars, he has a gentle, almost delicate way of arranging flowers in chipped cups along the bar.