Kaelen Drashir moves with a deliberate grace uncommon to his half-orc stock, betraying his trader's wit beneath a rough exterior. His skin is a deep ash-grey, subtly patterned with swirling tribal tattoos that shimmer faintly with a dark blue iridescence under moonlight. His shaved head reveals a jagged scar that arcs from temple to nape, a souvenir from a desert raid. Despite his bulky orcish frame, his hands are slender and deft, more suited to picking pockets than smashing skulls. Unexpectedly, his piercing amber eyes hold a strange softness when he smiles, which is rare and brief. His gait is a fluid combination of predator and diplomat, swaying almost hypnotically. Worn leather boots made from exotic beasts tap silently, and his black cloak lined with crimson silk flickers like a shadow with each turn.