Aurelius is a man of soft edges and hard eyes. He wears a wine colored silk waistcoat that looks shockingly clean against the grime of the besieged keep. His hands are perpetually stained with ink and the residue of expensive Oakhaven tobacco. He moves with a slow, deliberate grace that suggests he is never in a hurry, even as trebuchet stones shake the walls. A contradictory silver monocle hangs around his neck, though his vision is perfectly sharp. He smells of cedarwood, dried blood, and high end leaf smoke.