A broad-shouldered man who moves with the economy of someone used to carrying heavy loads. His left forearm is wrapped in faded blue cloth always damp with sweat and sometimes sea-salt. Scars run like a pale web across his knuckles and the left side of his jaw, the largest scar puckered and pale as a crescent moon. He keeps one eyebrow perpetually lifted, as if gauging the honesty of everything said to him. Unexpected element: a small, carefully tended sprig of dried lavender tied into his armor at the throat, smelling faintly floral despite the sweat and metal.